Mother's sweater
I used to sit in her lap and sleep.
The only time I was safe from my dreams.
She'd chase away the demons and my fears.
Holding me holding me so near
I used to cuddle close when I was afraid.
Fitful nightmares couldnt catch me
She would save me from myself
I remember her itchy wool sweater
made from mosquitos I bet
I'd rest my head and play with the buttons
thats the one thing ill never for get.
When she died I really missed it
the painful itch of that wool
The wooden buttons between my fingers
the one thing that made my childhood good
The only time I was safe from my dreams.
She'd chase away the demons and my fears.
Holding me holding me so near
I used to cuddle close when I was afraid.
Fitful nightmares couldnt catch me
She would save me from myself
I remember her itchy wool sweater
made from mosquitos I bet
I'd rest my head and play with the buttons
thats the one thing ill never for get.
When she died I really missed it
the painful itch of that wool
The wooden buttons between my fingers
the one thing that made my childhood good
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