Home alone, but not like the movie, she's not here, but not because she didn't forget me.

Looking up at planes in blue skies, wondering if she was coming back for eventually.

I would recieve packages with cards saying how much she missed me.

You once surprised me at school and that meant so much to me.

But all my childhood friends would ask, who is she?

That's my mother, my mom, my queen who's been absent from her post,

Wishing my mohter was there is what I would change the most.