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.