Natalie

Is it just this time, your mother's come, singing with a different lie, anyone can phone, or cover up as dumb, love catches in her throat, a stamping ground for crime, no hint of being victim, she won't discuss the times, doesn't do alone, wants to have some fun, way beyond your zone, it’s you who waits in line, says C’mon mum, shaking like a vine, it nourishes her bones, to look around your home, wail out what she knows, each day lost to wine, she won’t waste a crumb, her face a bitter shine, weeping what she’s done.