Take the long and winding road through the green hills to my house
Come sit on my porch with me, I’ll make you lemonade and you can hold my
hand
I like the way we sit together…sitting here counting stars
Tell me what it will be like…growing old with you
Take the long and winding road through hills giving way to houses
Come sit with me on the porch under the blanket I made for you
We can count our children and grandchildren on all four hands
I have loved growing old with you
I love the way we fit, sitting here, counting stars forever
(July 2012)
The Creating Room 