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.