Six Weeks Every Summer

(Fran Powers)



Hopelessly the ghost of me sinks down into a chair

And underneath the cushion there's a ribbon from her hair

Just a crumpled up reminder that my daughter's only here

For six weeks ever summer and Christmas every other year.



The role of part-time mother it's the toughest role I play

Oh, my name's up there in neon lights but Lord what a price I pay

Why, the only thing it cost was giving up our used-to-be's

And my little angel baby by the name of Shelly.



Bravely I step back into my room, it's only cheap veneer

And I die inside till summertime or Christmas time is near

When up the stairs comes all my prayers yellin' mom it's me, I'm here

For six weeks every summer and Christmas every other year.



Just found a note my baby wrote she left it by the phone

She knew I'd need some extra strength to make it through the night alone

It says I'll always love you mama although I'm only here

For six weeks every summer and Christmas every other year.



Oh, I'd gladly give up all my fame if only I could hear

My Shelly calls me mommy every morning of the year...