Purple Mother

When you’re a mother
You love your boy
The way God loves him
The way God loves him
You don’t see the awful haircut
You see the part that’s shining up
The healthiest part
And you never stint on affection
You never know
How to do otherwise
Do I love him?
Still? Without hesitation?
Do I love him?
Still? Without hesitation?
Well, yes I have my concerns
Have my concerns
And the ones that hurt you worst
Are the ones that leave you anyway
And that’s when you get used to
The streches of loneliness
And that’s when you know
You don’t want merely to be a mother
Though a mother is the best thing
Mother is the best thing
Mother is the best thing
You have been
Do I love him?
Still? Without hesitation?
Do I love him?
Still? Without hesitation?