Indian Creek, Jim Halpert,
hot cocoa with marshmallows,
afternoon snoozing, white pumpkins,
pinching the two little bum cheeks that belong to my son,
and going home.
I have two of them, you know.
Two homes, that is.
I think I've told you before.
One is here, where I nurture souls.
And the other is there, quiet and dreamy.
Where field meets field,
and poetry drapes its perfect self in the air.
Dear home, I brought you my own.
Make him shine. Make his eyes a deeper blue.
Show him your sweet, wide world.
He will love you for it. (So will I.)
Sweet growth.
For you, with love.
Wild things are.
My sweethearts.
My funny face.
(I love you.)
Funny face, I need you.
My whole world's wrapped up in you,
and you'll always be my sugar pie.
and I will always love bringing you (to my) home, and showing you around.
Sharing with you all the brand new, and the old, too.
I love you. How I love you.
(I always will.)
La Fin.
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