A Mother's Home

Though moon may rise, and sun may dawn,
There ain't no sunshine when she's gone.
A light had left the world that day
When my mother went away.

Certain not where now she roams,
But house has ceased to be a home.
Such greed to ask for her to stay,
'Cause all that's birthed must pass away.

This I know, but don't agree,
My mother I'd still like to see.
And have her say, "Son, later call,
I'm watching Duke play basketball!"

And how she'd cackle when they'd win.
I'd love to hear that laugh again!
Or have her look at me and see,
What I'm thinking wordlessly.

And when I'd left, she'd then explain:
"Leave that boy, he's not insane!"
But now she's gone, and there may be
No one left to vouch for me.

If not grandkids, least a wife.
But I'm not sure that is my life.
Sans marriage and sans progeny:
Mom, are you still cross with me?

Elsewhere does your spirit shine?
Do you still claim, "That boy is mine!"
Without your body, can you see
What it is we're ought to be?

Did you escape the flames of hell?
If secret, you don't have to tell.
But I've been wond'ring where you stay
Ever since you went away.