Mother's Ghost Says Stay

Mom's gone cold. One year to go. Mission Pres grabs the phone

slow. Think of her wish. Think of the plan.

Voice like oil. In my hand. Would she want you to stay? Mother's ghost says

stay. Guilt chains drag me down. Mother's ghost says stay.

One more year in this town. They stole the funeral. Stole the grief.

Stay and serve. It's their belief. Every tractor a knife. In the dark.

Every knock. Tears me apart. Sacrifice. Eternal round.

Sweet lies are made of mourning ground. Mother's ghost says stay.