Moms Around Town

I have something in my system for you, woman in blue shoes

Your blessing will take me down a road so safe, my vibes ring this way

I struggle to maintain a balance with you, for the line is so fine

Tipping one way results in annoyance, tipping another results in disrespect

Woman in blue shoes, you have become an essential ingredient for my peace

Hence, I long for ways to obtain your wise teachings

Tell me again to grow seven hands, tell me to invent a time machine

Tell me to usher chaos around me, tell me to close my mouth and swallow saliva

I glance at you over the counter, hoping I will learn to read your mind

I look down upon meeting your eyes, hoping I have acted “appropriately”

I envy your child as he must have spent time under your umbrella

5 a.m. he must spend time watching you cleanse your face and choose your clothes

He must know what is behind the curtains of your patience

He must know how to duplicate your enchanting personality than I may, ever

Woman in blue shoes