Mother Writes

The postman's arrived and he's brought me a letter

A handwriting shaky it's merely a scrawl

But still I can find no penmanship better

It's from an old lady who's feeble and small

It tells me that our awful dog, always hardy

Has lately been hurt in some terrible fight

I know that to you this may not be worth saying

But ...

...

One day I'll return home

Going back while Mother's still there

"Are you coming home this year?" Mother writes

It tells of the birds that nest in the attic

Through the hole in the roof where the rain's coming from

The house where we live is no Kensington Palace

It hasn't been painted since Father's been gone

Father's been gone

One day I'll return home

Going back while Mother's still there

"Are you coming home this year?" Mother writes

"The weather's been awful this year," Mother writes

"Are you coming home this year?" Mother writes