Our Playhouse

Do you remember
where we would play
in the back yard
every single day?

Do you remember
all of our favorite spots?
In and around my playhouse
where we made leaf cots.

We would sleep on those cots,
but we had somewhere better.
All cuddled in my playhouse,
under my sweater.

You would be the dad
and I would be the mom
and we would think of all
the places we could be from.

I would serve mud pies,
and mud pie tea
and it was our own playhouse.
Just for you and me.