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!