A boy in this f***ing world.

Waiting By The Window

Mother calls she wants to see you today
She's getting old and she's getting cold
She's growing frail
She says she did your washing
And hung it out on the rail
But tonight her minds
Gone out for the sail

You visit her, miss the hour
Only three times a year
You arrive here
With her favourite flower
The smell so fresh and clear

You spend some time
Reminiscing when you were ten
But the clock strikes 5, okay
it's time to go again

You will see her in a while
Or maybe pick up the phone and dial
Unless the next three months
She'll wait and chase
The clock until she
Gets to see your face

She doesn't remember much
Only the small things such
As she loves you
And has packed your lunch
For school

She sits staring at the window
Waiting for you to come
She brought you up and
Cleaned and cooked for you
And has been a father and a mum

You seems so busy not to visit
For when she is gone
And she's a memory
I'm sure, you will miss it
And you will long
For her back

So don't leave her waiting by the window
Make some spare time
In the winter make sure she's warm
And make sure your mother is fine.