A hum of a day.
A hum of a day.
Clean seam neighbours wash grime away.
Amongst garden gnomes and garden plants
people that I once called aunts
take the time to talk to me.
A hum of a day.
A hum of a day.
Mother, there is something I want to say.
I have a sucker in my red rose brain
and flat and black I feel the pain
I am about to give you.
This girl with little well shaped breasts
She loves the love of women best.
A hum of a day.
Don’t hum it away.
Don’t listen to what the neighbours say.
Once more, more plain
there is no cover.
Your daughter is a woman lover.
Your daughter loves a woman, Mother.
SJL, 1983
Quirky Bird 