Imagine me
Aug 28, 2017 · 1 min read

Can’t you imagine me
living in a nice little house,
with a nice porch,
where me and my husband can sit
and watch,
my children play.
Can’t you imagine me
going to picnics and fairs
with a nice hat and,
a summer dress,
where people are nice
and everything is beautiful.
Can’t you imagine me
driving in a car,
on a highway,
with my windows down,
and the wind in my hair,
and sweet country songs
ringing in my ear,
while the plush mountains
o’er the horizon look
like sugarcoated buns.
Can’t you imagine me
being happy with not a
worry in this world?
Can you do that for me?
I have forgotten how to do that for myself.
