Sock It To Me, Mama by by Margaret Elysia Garcia

I see how he looks at me
The way I looked at you
When ever I spilled milk.

I yelled "SOCK" today
Like it was a curse and he limped
One shoe on, One shoe off
In a desperate search
To quell my outburst.

Shaking, shaking
How well I know that shaking
Finding it he holds it up high
Sock mama, sock!

Snatching it from his
Quivering hand and rough
On his frozen foot, I put
It on him and then the shoe.

I cannot sing to him sweetly
In that lullabye high , sigh
Voice of white mothers.

We hold on to each other and cry.