Socra Mama

If I smell like hay and coal oil, It's because I've been in your barn. I remember us burning bank statements  And playing car...

I see 'em trying but they're never going to beat me to the punch bowl. They'll never beat me to the punch. No denying, I se...

I'm riding a camel through Cairo, Keeping pace with the taxi and bus. My skirts are gathered around me. My veil is mussed, And ...

I consider the rocks That crumble into sand And minerals that, in turn, Nourish up the plants, And how they grow, And how, every ...

I, too, have dreams of Paris. If Debussy plays, Then Van Gogh paints, And I am playing like a child in the river, Throwing my pebbl...

The closest thing I heard to jazz  In my west Texas town, Was my dad telling the story of the choo choo train. I had never heard a tr...

When my son and I are confused  And need to think of what's best, We ask ourselves, "What would a monkey do?" Of cour...