Mothers and Their Sons

I wander down the broken path
While he rants and raves
About his mother.
She cooks, she cleans,
She yells, and she loves him.
She loves me, too.

I can still smell your coffee
That morning. It was cold
Then too, but you liked it.
I knew it was over the moment
Mother said nay. You wanted
To wait it out. So we did.
You took your last sip
and threw the rest away.

I look for men, but I find
their Mothers. She approves,
So he approves.
I never stood a chance.