The perfect day
What would that be
To lie in bed
Just you and me
Or in the park
With all of us
Watching the kids
Making a fuss
Walking the paths
Along the river
Holding hands
My heart aquiver


Maybe a perfect day
Does not exist
But putting the good times
Into a list
Can be stitched together
So throughout your life
That perfect day
Is all played out
Not all in one
But in small parts
And felt as one day
In our hearts