Like A River

Dear mother the struggle is over now

And your house is up for sale

We divided your railroad watches

Among the four of us

I fought over the pearls

With the other girls

But it was all a metaphor

For what is wrong with us

As the room is emptying out

Your face so young comes into view

And on the back porch is a well-worn step

And a pool of light that you can walk into

I'll wait no more for you like a daughter

That part of our life together is over

But I will wait for you, forever,

Like a river....

by

Carly Simon