mom

and mommy's dancing

cooking in the kitchen

cigarette's burning in the ashtray next to the roast

and by her feet

a cocktail and a cookie sheet

we draw our names in jell-o

i'll never know what it was like

not to have a man

to raise these children on your own

without a single plan

god i know that you were crazy

but i loved the way your raised me

we hardly had two red cents to rub together

but we never wanted for love

she said we are here