Imagine
A home full of laughter and photographs,
And knock knock jokes and peekaboos.
Imagine
A home full of tea and family barbeques,
And midnight snacks and late brunches.
(I know, how could we be late for brunch?)
Imagine
A home full of post it notes on kitchen counters and surprises in the refrigerator,
And dreamy curtains and cushion covers which read inside jokes.
Imagine
A home under a night sky covered in stars,
Imagine
A home surrounded by a garden and a porch,
Imagine
A garden covered with daisies and dahlias and daylilies, and later snow,
Imagine
A porch furnished with a rocking chair for when we're old,
Imagine
A home.
Imagine.
Imagine.
Imagine.
Darling, would you just imagine?
