Yesterday, I started writing some lyrics. No pressure, just writing. I came up with the idea of talking to my Mom in heaven. Yeah, I know that isn't very original. Also, as in the case in alot of my writing. My original idea gets discarded and it goes a different direction. That is what happened on this.

    Did you every hear the song  by Three Dog Night called Sylvia's mother. It is about a guy who is dating Sylvia's daughter. He calls and asks to talk to Sylvia but the mother won't let him. It is a very conversational song. I was trying to achieve the same effect. A one sided conversation with the person on the other end of the line. Here it is.

Are there cell phones in heaven? 

If so, Can I talk to Mom? 

I need to talk. 

Can you put her on? 

It's been awhile 

since I heard her voice 

Wanna hear her smile 

feel some of her joy. 

I hope she's not busy 

Hope she's got some free time 

Am I breaking a rule? 

I bet God wouldn't mind. 

All I need is ten minutes 

I know, I'm asking alot 

but the bullets were flying 

and Yeah, I got shot. 

Tell her, I'll come see her 

I don't know when 

maybe sooner, than later 

I guess it depends. 

On the damage it does 

which organs get hit 

Maybe I can come home 

to where Momma lives 

I'm feeling kinda faint 

and I'm scared of dying 

Have you told her yet 

that I'm on the line.

I bet she's with Jesus 

Yeah, If you can find him 

She's probably drinking coffee 

sitting there talking 

about me as a kid 

with a new grass trimmer 

No weeds and no grass 

for all of the summer. 

You say, Momma's busy 

She's at the pearly gates 

Somebody special is arriving 

and she can hardly wait 

I forgot my manners, 

forgive me, If I was rude 

I didn't ask your name 

Who am I talking too? 

Oh, It's you Jesus 

Yeah, I should have known 

by your patience and kindness 

to me on the phone. 

Tell Mom, I'm coming 

and thank you for 

listening to me so 

I wouldn't die alone.