Mama always used to sing

On rainy spring days

When the trees sagged from water weight

And the clouds dissolved into water sprays

Today is a rainy spring day

And Mama is long gone

Singing with the trees

On a headstone farm

The window’s still cracked

Where you hit it last May

After we broke up

On a long lost sunny day

It threatens to shatter

As the droplets pummel it

Hitting like little fists

More vexed than you’ve ever been

And I try to hum Mama’s song

To keep the noise out

To keep the emotions bottled up

To drown all water down

But I can’t remember it