Don't stare

she's just homeless,

probably crazy.

Don't stare

she's just sitting there,

probably lonely.

--- ---

'It's not funny dad,

it's not funny.'

She says.

'It's not funny.'

But she's talking to no one.

'They like me in washington

they seem to like me here.

My kids,

my kids will take me in.

I'm sure they'd be proud

of their mother.

They'd be proud of me,

cast out like a dog,

cast out.'

--- ---

Don't listen

she's just homeless,

definitely crazy.

Don't listen

she's just sitting there,

so lonely.

--- ---

'That's what it should say

on my tombstone:

a proud mother.'

As though she'd have a marked grave.

'A proud mother on my tombstone.

Things should be done my way,

my way.'

She drags her musty baggage onto her shoulders.

--- ---

Don't watch,

she's just homeless,

terribly crazy.

Don't watch,

she's just sitting there,

so terribly lonely.

--- ---

'But I lied,

I lied.

I'm not proud,

not proud.'

She's near the door.

'I'm not proud,

I'm not proud.'

Her voice fades away.

'I'm not proud.'