Mother was a stray.

Mother long since turned her back.

She was a lot like me.

Mother was astray--

Smiling in that old photograph.

She was a lot like me.

Ashes to ashes; the past is the past--

Burning that old photograph.

I’ve learned how well-meant looks deceive.

Ashes to ashes; the past is the past.

Silence is the only truth to see.

I’ve learned how well-meant looks deceive.

Mother long since turned her back.

Silence is the only truth to see.

Mother was a black cat.