Pallets in the Floor and Midnight Cheese Sandwiches
Some of this place Is how you left it Drawers full of collections Rooms full of love How dare some call them knick knacks. The collections will go You'd say it's just stuff. The colors will change You'd say you like the blue. We will make it ours It already feels like home Maybe even more than where we are But you will always be here. And if children come However they come They will be overflowing with love Like I was. We will take rides in the pasture Maybe even the cemetery and play in the creek They will know the beauty of the world. And we will make pallets in the floor for beds And eat cheese sandwiches late at night And you will always be here.