D E A D
There are times that walk from you like some passing afternoon
A E D E
Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon
D E A D
And she chose a yard to burn but the ground remembers her
A E D E
Wooden spoons, her children stir her bougainvillea blooms
D E A D
There are things that drift away like our endless numbered days
A E D E
Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made
D E A D
And she's chosen to believe in the hymns her mother sings
A E D E
Sunday pulls its children from their piles of fallen leaves
D E A D
There are sailing ships that pass all our bodies in the grass
A E D E
Springtime calls her children 'til she lets 'em go at last
D E A D
And she's chosen where to be though she's lost her wedding ring
A E D E
Somewhere near her misplaced jar of bougainvillea seeds
D E A D
There are things we can't recall blind as night that finds us all
A E D E
Winter tucks her children in, her fragile china dolls
D E A D
But my hands remember hers, rolling round the shaded ferns
A E D E
Naked arms, her secrets still like songs I'd never learned
D E A D
There are names across the sea, only now I do believe
A E D E
Sometimes with the windows closed, she'll sit and think of me
D E A D
But she'll mend his tattered clothes and they'll kiss as if they know
A E D E
A baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone
