Unraveling

Boxes and baskets of all her old things
 Porcelain dolls, portrait paintings
 She swore they'd be worth something
 They're just gathering dust in my attic somewhere
 And she's lost in a room where she sits and she stares
 Her mind as blank as the walls
 Her memory as vacant as the halls
 I'm the only daughter of her oldest son
 I knew her well before her spirit was gone
 And her life is a thread woven into every part of me
 She is unraveling, she is unraveling
 She looks in my eyes and asks me my name
 Every five minutes I tell her the same
 She smiles but it's cold and dead
 And I'm screaming out loud in my head
 I'm the only daughter of her oldest son
 I knew her well before her spirit was gone
 And her life is a thread woven into every part of me
 She is unraveling, she is unraveling
 I tried to pull her back
 Stories and photographs of her sisters and brothers, her children who love her
 She can't remember but how could a heart forget?
 I'm the only daughter of her oldest son
 I knew her well before her spirit was gone
 And her life is a thread woven into every part of me
 She is unraveling, she is unraveling
 I've been tearing through boxes on nights I can't sleep
 Searching for memories of who she used to be