I dream about the cabin. When I’m awake it’s now past tense.
I seek to make it come alive in a way that still makes sense.
I’ll remember how my heart felt, when Grandpa’s car topped that last hill.
The days that loomed before me would be safe, and sane, and still.
I will think about togetherness and all the fun we had.
When we lost the stringer with the fish, Grandpa never did get mad.
My stomach started growling, I wished I hadn’t seen ’em
I think Grandpa’s got a secret. He didn’t want to clean them.
I looked to see what Grandma thought, what food would we prepare?
I looked into her smiling eyes, and could see she didn’t care.
We packed up in a hurry. Together we’re a team.
We headed for the cabin, boy I really like this dream.
Right then I heard,” Wake up Mary,” I wanted to say hush.
Cause we were cozy in the cabin, cooking cornmeal mush.
I snoozed for 5 more minutes, I had dreamed most of my wishes.
I woke up just as it was time to do the dirty dishes.
They say that most dreams don’t come true, they’re only for pretending.
They don’t know I lived that dream, with its syrupy happy ending.