Mt Mother's Voice
I rode by that old home place yesterday
And noticed that the grass and weeds were tall
I stopped the car and sat upon the wooden doorsteps
And I thought I heard my mamma give me a call
She said supper’s on the table, come on in son
Wash your hands and make sure that they’re clean
But when I turned my head toward that voice
That sweet mother of mine could not be seen
The wind blew through the cracks in the woodwork
As I stepped inside that dark and drafty hall
I felt my mamma’s presence close beside me
As I ran my fingers gently along the wall
Twenty years I lived behind this front door
Before I finally left for another life
I left my mamma and papa to themselves
As I moved to the big city with my wife
Several years ago we buried papa
And last year mama lay right next door
But when I stepped inside that drafty hallway
I still felt their memories forever more
Slowly I made my way back to the city
To my wife’s open arms that feel so fine
But every now and again I visit the home place
Just to hear my mammas voice one more time
She says supper’s on the table, come on in son
Wash your hands and make sure that they’re clean
But when I turn my head toward her voice
That sweet mother of mine cannot be seen
Copyright © Will Karry | Year Posted 2017
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