Well, I'll counter that with this one.
Where is my mother?
Has she gone to the store for food
or is she in the cellar shoveling coal into the furnace
to keep the house warm?
Or is she on her knees scrubbing the floor?
I thought I saw her in bed holding a hand to her heart,
her mouth open.
I can't breathe son, take me to a hospital.
I look for her in the cellar, I looked for her in bed
and found her in her coffin bothering me at last.