I have a son and
I have a daughter
The lights of my life.
If they needed a heart
And mine was any good
I swear they could have it.
I might smoke cigarettes behind the shed with them
And never tell their secrets
But I think a parent’s death
Is the greatest gift
Maybe I wasn’t a great mother
When they were little
So the least I can do for them now
Is die.
That’s something they will never forget.