The Dream
I keep dreaming of our house;
you know the one in the south.
It's beautiful with a bit of land;
and we are only minutes from the sand.
Through the years you continue your guiding hand;
even when our kids think we are bland.
When the kids only care what brand;
and they try to keep their butts from getting tanned.
You see I'll get home from work first;
fixing drinks to cure the kids thirsts.
Making dinner at the stove;
listening for the car that you drove.
Sitting and relaxing on our back porch;
our only light a teeky torch.
Resting to get ready for another work day;0
happy where my head gets to lay.
Directly up under you;
Antonio, I love you!
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