Bed mother

Phone line hot
convincing holes for the ears and voice
Under two layers
A land of dialogue with no end

Phone rings
Tone changes
Slippers slap slide and fill
The kitchen light goes on

The Young woman picks up the phone
She places her emergency call
The mother calls from back in her bedroom
Yelling her son is innocent

Every mother´s son
And the stubborn bed mother´s even more
Denial is no brickwall
The police will arrive shortly