<p>In a small town, at a small house.
I walk into the door and cross the floor.
To the kitchen where my mother sits.
At the table, I see a cup for me.<p/>
<p>She smiles and wants all the news.
I haven't seen her for some time.
I had hoped she wouldn't mind.
We talk of children and their need for shoes.<p/>
<p>Little talks as these happened to us.
We sit and enjoy each other's company.
I clear away the cups but she says don't fuss.
For let's get down to what's happened to us.<p/>