Bones

[mulled_meade]

Mother has a funny little
Game she plays
She makes the rules
It’s more fun that way
Doesn’t matter what you do
Or what you say
What you feel
What you pray

She gives you light
She gives you shade
She gives you rain
She gives you long
Summer days
She likes the sun
She likes the rain
She likes the way
Snow looks on leaves
Of your oak trees.

Colored lights
Streamed across the night
The raindrops dressed in coats of white
And settled on the stones.
Their silence amplified
The sound of breaking bones.

You need the sun
You need the shade
You need the rain
Because you need
You can’t blame
So with the Mother you accept
Her little game
You can’t stop
Her, anyway.

Colored lights
Streamed across the night
The raindrops dressed in coats of white
And settled on the stones.
Their silence amplified
The sound of breaking bones.