Just Another Mother was written for my grandmother, whom I called “Grammy.” On the contrary, she was not just another mother…
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Just Another Mother
Grammy, Grammy, soft black hair,
Running through the fingers
That held your cigarette,
Which burned your life away.
Children gathered round waiting
For the sound of your embrace,
With your grace, but your disgrace
Set them free. Set them free.
Just another mother, just another mother,
Just another mother, just another,
Just another mother
Someday, we will seek the way
In which you loved each one,
And not resist your longing kiss.
But with un-happiness, you slipped away.
You slipped away…from me.
You slipped away.
But you're my grandmother.