my mama said i was a quiet child
my mama said i liked milk a lot
my mama said i bit anything i loved

my mama said i was a humming bird
my mama said i was dancing in the cradle
my mama said i was up all night long

my mama said i sometimes swallowed marbles,oops!
my mama said i tried to unbutton my baby shirt
my mama said i was a quiet child

after my mama passed away
i could not remember her
for a long long long time
really
feel
her
notes:
mama!
you can not believe now I am talking a lot
still humming, but, tone-deaf
no milk, having an allergy
instead, drinking a vodka, smoking
no dancing, no cradle
and now
I look like a
wild creature