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When I make the bed it means I love you, and we are okay. You'll feel cared for and warm when you pull back the sheet and sink yourself in. When I make the bed it means I want you to know I care about us even though it's easy to leave everything rag-a-muffin as mom says, "a heap of business." It isn't my routine or my chore. When I make the bed, When you change the sheets. It is our loving each other and preparing a bower for dreams and whispers. It doesn't cost a dime when we don't have a penny, and when there's only popcorn for dinner, I'm making our bed. It isn't a question. I am making it up neat, With hospital corners, Putting all that heap of business right again. The PTO moms say, "Food is love." I don't doubt it. But when there isn't milk, I'm making our bed.
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Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 8:45 PM UTC
Making the Bed
When I make the bed it means I love you, and we are okay. You'll feel cared for and warm when you pull back the sheet and sink yourself in. When I make the bed it means I want you to know I care about us even though it's easy to leave everything rag-a-muffin as mom says, "a heap of business." It isn't my routine or my chore. When I make the bed, When you change the sheets. It is our loving each other and preparing a bower for dreams and whispers. It doesn't cost a dime when we don't have a penny, and when there's only popcorn for dinner, I'm making our bed. It isn't a question. I am making it up neat, With hospital corners, Putting all that heap of business right again. The PTO moms say, "Food is love." I don't doubt it. But when there isn't milk, I'm making our bed.
I opened a new account on this site because I couldn't remember any of my login info, was hacked, basically wiping out much of my online existence. So I recovered this poem from my last account here, it is a personal favorite.
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Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 8:45 PM UTC
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