Edie Carey

Black Wool Dress

Edie Carey


They did their best 
To pull my arms 
Through the sleeves 
Of my black wool dress 
In this ungodly heat 

They led me down the hall 
We passed your room on the way 
I found the place you'd taken your crayons to the wall 
And I could still hear me saying 

I am your mother 
Why won't you listen to me? 
Be like your brother 
Come here and sit by me 

I am bombarded by smiles 
Launched by faces I don't know 
And they hover for a while 
And I'm grateful when they go 

They'll drift back to their lives 
They'll change out of these clothes 
Husbands will cling to their wives 
In the night 
And they'll hold their children 
Too close 

And pray that 
They're not the mother 
To be the last one to leave 
Let it be any other, anyone but me 
'Cause I am that mother 
Why won't you listen to me? 
Be like your brother 
Come here and comfort me 
'Cause am your mother 
And it should have been me 
It should have been me 
It should have been me