Wednesday, July 21, 2010


Sometimes we have bad days
and just want to go home
and have someone make us Sloppy Joes
with tatter tots
and read us a story
preferably from the library
with the clear crinkling cover
that makes that delicious noise
every time you open the book
or turn the page
and tuck us in
with fresh floral print sheets
and quilts
in a little cottage
with the window open
and a fresh breeze blowing in
and stay by us until we fall asleep
with the stars shining brightly