Hopelessly, the ghost of me sinks down into a chair And underneath the cushion, there's a ribbon from her hair A crumpled up reminder that my daughter's only here For six weeks every summer, Christmas every other year
The role of part-time mother is the toughest role I play My name's up there in neon lights, but what a price to pay The only thing it cost was giving up our "used-to-be's" And a little angel baby...by the name of ____
Bravely I step back into my room, it's only cheap veneer And I die inside till summertime and Christmas time is near When up the stairs runs all my prayers yelling "Momma, its me, I'm here" For six weeks every summer, Christmas every other year
Just found a note my darlin wrote, she left it by the phone She knew I'd need some extra strength to face the night alone It says, "I'll always love you, mom...although I'm only here For six weeks every summer, Christmas every other year"
I'd gladly give up all my fame If only I could hear My daughter call me "Mommy" Every morning of the year.