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I was picking up clothes off the floor, and my head came a bit close to the sharp corner of the dresser. So I thought up a whole story about a kid whose mom dies suddenly, but also about how death isn't the end. Morbid yet hopeful.
Even prettier than the picture on my wall
Ruby dress, peacock hat, she come floating down the hall
She comes to me in dreams to tell me when you die
That’s when you finally learn how to fly
Mama bumped her head and died, ain’t no lie
I was so little, didn’t even cry
Mama bumped her head and died, just plain bad luck
Mama fell down, Mama never got up
Such a matter-of-fact way to go
Is there a lesson here? Hell, I don’t know
I’m still in town, 40 years come and gone
I thought of her when I saw a kid’s tricycle on a lawn
Mama …
Walk under ladders, step on a crack, shoot loaded dice
Cross at the light, cross all your t’s, cross yourself at night
One day you’re folding laundry, then you’re riding in a hearse
Then you’re the mom of the universe
Mama …
Mama fell down, Mama’s still around