Home for Sunday Supper

home for sunday supper
 mike johnson, black yodel no.1 * 3 october 1987
 she took the faded picture
 and held it to her breast
 a tear slid down one cheek
 as she took a hopeless breath
 then she turned from the window
 and crossed the kitchen floor
 to a letter on the table
 and read it one time more
 it said mom, my time is over
 i'll soon be comin' home
 the nightmare is over
 i no longer feel alone.
 i'll be home for sunday supper
 hope the chicken's brown and crisp
 it was signed i love you always
 and please give dad a kiss
 then every day from the day
 that she first gave him breath
 surrounded her with feelings
 matched by nothing else
 a mother's love will always be
 stronger than all else
 and it will bow to nothing
 nor ever leave her breast
 her husband slipped behind her
 and held her in his arms
 he slowly slipped the letter
 from her hands to his own
 he placed it on the table
 beside the other one
 that came just yesterday
 on a cloudly monday morn
 the woman stopped her cryin
 and wiped her tear soaked face
 picked up the other one
 and slowly walked away
 it was a telegram from prison
 the words cold and brief
 your son died in a riot
 one day before release
 - twice:
 tag: she took the faded picture and held it to her breast