In My Mother's House

Photographs
 And old forty-fives
 Stowed beneath
 A homecoming gown
 Pictures of me
 At sweet sixteen
 But everything's
 Not as it seems
 In my mother's house
 When I go home
 For holidays
 There's so much
 To talk about
 And sometimes
 We disagree
 On politics
 And theology
 In my mother's house
 The chimes
 In the hall
 Sound every hour
 The sun and moon
 Go 'round
 Time flies by
 And fades
 Like the flower
 And I can't
 Slow it down
 I spend my days
 With music and words
 Playing these songs
 From town to town
 And everyone sees
 What they want to see
 But I'm just the girl
 Who used to sing
 In my mother's house
 I am
 A prodigal daughter
 But in my wandering
 I have found
 There is
 A wideness in mercy
 And there'll always be
 A place for me
 In my mother's house