Lyric Six Weeks Every Summer

(Fran Powers)

Hopelessly the ghost of me sinks down into a chair
And underneath the cushion there s a ribbon from her hair
Just a crumpled up reminder that my daughter s only here
For six weeks ever summer and Christmas every other year.

The role of part-time mother it s the toughest role I play
Oh, my name s up there in neon lights but Lord what a price I pay
Why, the only thing it cost was giving up our used-to-be s
And my little angel baby by the name of Shelly.

Bravely I step back into my room, it s only cheap veneer
And I die inside till summertime or Christmas time is near
When up the stairs comes all my prayers yellin mom it s me, I m here
For six weeks every summer and Christmas every other year.

Just found a note my baby wrote she left it by the phone
She knew I d need some extra strength to make it through the night alone
It says I ll always love you mama although I m only here
For six weeks every summer and Christmas every other year.

Oh, I d gladly give up all my fame if only I could hear
My Shelly calls me mommy every morning of the year...