Things my mother used to say, come back
Oh,Lord love a duck, she seems to quack
This caused me much confusion and deep thought
As on her words, my mind seems to be caught
“I’m in the doldrums,I am stuck, bemused”
Hearing this made children feel confused
Since she lost her mother when so young
Dejection, like a garment, on her hung.
When I was unhappy with my dress
She made me feel much worse by her address
“The king won’t look at you ,you little pest”
I used to long eternally for rest
Sometimes she would open the front door
Push me out,”don’t come back anymore”
I see the power and not the love she claimed
Although I do not judge, I feel ashamed
No separation,self or boundary
The only escape I found was to flee
But still, I do recall her homemade bread
And how she called,”I wish that I was dead”
I lay in bed and could not get to sleep
O mother, mother, how you make me weep
How my heart sings 