when they called asking for my mothernnwhen they called asking fornnwhen they called asking for hernni said wrong numbernni said wrong numbernni said wrong number when really o you knownnit's not quite what i meantnnthe words are kind of rightnnbut we both know she is deadnnwe spread her ashes on italian gardensnnkeeping close to the ground so they wouldn't blow aroundnnwe're on our knees in the dirtnnputting her body back into the earthnnwhen they came asking for hernni said come laternni said come later when really o you knownnit's not quite what i meantnnthe words are sort of rightnnbut we both know she is dead...nnlittle neighbor go awaynnlittle child leave me bennyou're too young to hear such thingsnnand i'm too young to speak of themnnlittle boy