Bacon and EggsBacon and EggsIf I should ever live to seeThe end of the world by one hundred and threeAnd know the sound that it makesWhen it breaksI hope it sounds like bacon and eggs.
Remember UsRemember UsRemember that time I unexpectedly opened the door; when you opened your heart?I remember the second time you told me that you love me; I pretended I missed hearing it the first time.Remember that time we planned to run away?We drove back and married at a later date.I remember when you thought we'd never be parents.You begged me to give up hope.You're three weeks late, the nurse said.I never stopped believing.Remember when his tiny hand squeezed my pinky?Seven years later: "Guess what your son did today?"Are you sure? You asked.Yes, it's going to be a girl, said the nurse.Pink walls, white trim, and Tinker Bell everything; nine months, plus four years later.Remember all the laughter we shared?Remember all the memories we hoped for?Why do you stay? You asked.I asked you the same the following year.Remember the day you closed your heart, when I unexpectedly closed the door?