The Portrait - Amanda McBroom

There's a picture in a silver frame

Hanging dusty on my wall

And two people with their eyes

The same holding daisies I recall

And the baby in the sailor dress

And the pigtails that was me

And the other was my mother

On our Easter by the sea

People tell me that I'm just like her

And I wonder what they see

She was lady lace and cameo

Not the gypsy that is me

She spent her evenings making poetry

I spend my nights making time

And I wonder

Am I living partly her dreams

Partly mine

What would she think of the too many men

The lies I get lost in again and again

The tears in the morning

The booze and the blues in the night

It's been years now since I've seen her face

Heard her footsteps on stair the

But just lately in my dreams at night

I will call her and she's there

Looking pretty like she used to

Before time and tears tore her apart

And she tells me that she loves me

Then she leaves me in the dark

Mama don't leave me

Mama don't go

You know the answers to all I don't know

My dreams come up empty

And my hearts lying dead on the floor

Mama don't leave me

Mama please stay

Mama I need you to show me the way

I'm lost and I'm lonely and

I can't find my way anymore

Mama mama mama