Are you my mommy?
The woman who kissed me every morning,
Left notes in my lunch box
And tucked away my fears?
 

Are you my mommy?
The woman who sang me lullabies,
Helped with my homework
And played with me when I was young?
 

Are you my mommy?
You’re a woman who’s cold and distant.
I don’t remember the last hug you gave me
Or the last loving smile.
 

My mommy’s a loving woman.
Full of smiles and laughter,
And cookies and milk,
And a kiss that could cure anything.
 

How can you be my mommy?