i can see you now
in a nighttime gown
by a windowsill
with that mother’s frown
but mama
i tell you all the time
and it’s always true
i ain’t sad
i’m just singing the blues
i know you worry
but mama, i’m grown
as long as there’s blues
i’m never alone
this is just my way
of kissing goodbye the day
it’s just my right
to stay up every night
cause mama
i tell you all the time
and it’s always true
i ain’t sad
i’m just singing the blues
that telephone ain’t gon’ ring
after darkness falls
but mama, won’t you hear me
that i thank you for it all
this is just my way
of kissing goodbye the day
it’s just my right
to stay up every night
but mama
i tell you all the time
and it’s always true
i ain’t sad
i’m just singing the blues
COPYRIGHT BRICE MAIURRO 2012
Oh I like that very much.
I wonder what it’s about . . .
Mamma passed away Sept 17. I am sad AND feeling the blues because there is no voice in me to sing them . It will take a long time for me.
I’m sorry, Carl. I can’t imagine how hard that is. Hope you’re doing alright. It was really hard for my dad when my grandma passed away. Take care.
Nice…The form really works well for the content of the poem.
Thank you.
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One of my favourites
Thanks, Craig. It’s a simple one. My mom asked me why everything I wrote was so sad, saying she was worried, so I wrote this in response. Kind of a simple one, but I like it.