Momma…

Don’t cry.

You may be sad that’s true.
Mommas aint sposed’ to cry y’know,
It makes their babies blue.

Momma,

Please don’t cry no mo’,
You may be sad y’see’,

(Momma’s never cried this long;
I wonder how she’ll be?)

Momma,

Whatcha’ cryin’ fo?
(Y’know her firstborn son is gone.)

Momma, take that black dress off,
Let’s sing yo’ favorite song!

“…meus in Deo
salvatore meo…”

Momma?

You’re still crying,
Please don’t cry no mo’!