She walked right out the door,
Packed her tooth brush and pajamas
Said, “I can’t take any more.”
She said that she was tired,
She said she had her fill
Of cooking our meals, washing our clothes
And cleaning up all our spills.
She said she’d write us letters
With no return address,
She said she’d come back someday
But now she has to rest.
She took the plants, she took the cats,
Took our pictures from the wall,
And though it’s just been two hours ago,
I wish that she would call.
Isn’t that the way?
You don’t know how much Mom means to you,
Until she runs away.