I want to stand on red oak floors
Creaking hinges on 100 year old doors
Condensation on single pane view
Petrichor coffee and you
The energy of dogs feet tapping
The old orange cat napping
Rhymes and rhythm in the book we read
Giving them life, creating paintings in our head
Homesick for days gone by
The tears of history well up in our eyes
Trees planted for measure
Every branch its very own treasure
Building a playhouse for laughter
Loving those days before, during and after
I am happy to miss the thing that we had
I am blessed when I hear hello dad
These words fill my morning in my head where they stay
I miss you wholeheartedly every single day
More Than Soup