No Crying in Baseball - Mothers

Neither here nor there

I am out of control

These days I feign forgetful

But oh my memory teases

And I wake

Ashamed of my fantasy

When I dream of us

As two strains of bacteria

Of a porch talk that lasts 1.5 billion years

Are you not learning?

Have you not been listening?

Are you not learning?

You have not been listening

I guess my tongue was softer then

But no one’s trying

And I’m sick of it

'There's no crying in baseball

Try to understand'

Their chapped lips begging me

Over and over again