In a buggy, dressed in doll clothes, my puppy laid
Later jumping, he tripped on the lawn as we played
Chasing bows on his head
Our Momma once said:
"If you don't drive him mad, that dog will run away!"
He got rabies instead.

Thinking a hat hid his baldness, Daddy would play
He'd swing us, tell us stories all the live-long day
We'd even shine his head
And his face would get red
Momma would say: "Children that's enough for today!"
Cancer made Daddy dead.

My antsy little boy would run between cars
His father, a drinker, had a mind half a-jar
This child was his dread
Hearing with eyes instead
Momma would say: "That boy's adrift in the stars."
Murdered . . . clouds are his bed.

In a limo, wearing dress clothes, our Momma laid
Another lone spirit in a somber parade
Momma lived a long time
Aging like a fine wine
We still hear her say: "Don't chase people away!"
But she left us behind!

Momma came recently to take Sissy back home.
(I wonder if she knew . . . I’d feel all alone.)
Sissy fell, left quickly . . .
hadn’t e’en been sickly.
I can hear Momma say, “Believe or you will pay.”
Wonder when she’ll pick me.