Double scoop
Bad news, skinned knee; stepped on a pricker, got stung by a bee
Tears and crying out in pain, mother to the rescue again
Sit down in the kitchen, alcohol stings and gets you
twitchin
But if you were cool you could go sit on the stoop
A reward for being a big kid you got a double scoop
Years later, mom gone who will tend, me with a bleeding
heart to mend
I talk like she was, and go on to explain, wait for mother
to the rescue again
Sit down in my kitchen, reality stings and gets me bitchin
Stick my head in the freezer, play a dream I keep on a loop
I see mama comin towards me with a nice big double scoop
Cold and sweet soothe the fire, the pain burns, and it makes me perspire
Stand staring at the sky in the rain, knowing mother cannot rescue you again
No where to sit in the kitchen, wondering how you ever got in this position
Believing one and one is one, fell for that dupe
Alone and marveling at the melting double scoop
Tim Windisch
06/28/2024
