I called, and you didn't answer.
You've been gone for three days now.
And then you mosey on home and won't let us know
who, what, when, where, or how.
I cooked for the kids their supper,
and I even made them a cake
as nerviously I wondered how you were doing
and was scared that you might have met your fate.
For three nights, I couldn't sleep
because I knew not how you were.
But I put on a face for the children's sake
and acted like no one was hurt.
I dealt with my trials alone,
I hoped that nothing was wrong.
I took care of everyone else and prayed for you,
but yet it's you who I call "Mom".
