I was a boy, you my mother.
For the first time ever you were gone.
I went one way, you another.

I listened for a voice like none other
that called me every day at dawn.
I was a boy, you my mother.

You’d always been there, Mother,
in every picture I’d ever drawn.
I went one way, you another.

You weren’t the type to spoil or smother
& I was not the type to fawn.
I was a boy, you my mother.

At last I found you with my brother,
your favorite son, on the lawn.
I went one way, you another.

You loved me how you could, Mother,
& now each day I find you gone.
I was your son, you my mother.
I went one way, you another.