There are crickets in the kitchen and they're hopping up the stair
Where a tiny sugar glider's snuggled in a house she built
In a box that's full of scraps that I was saving for a quilt.
There are mountains out in Utah where my Lauren likes to climb.
There's my Megan who will paint and draw when she can find the time.
There's my Nate who towers over me and wraps me in a hug
And studies trigonometry and loves to look at bugs.
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