Used to be looking for a place to make memories To raise children in a warm house full of love. Put up Christmas trees and take them down Knowing it is now behind us and we can move into Spring. Many years of making a comfortable home With many hours of cooking, baking, and preparing meals Giving baths and taking showers. Teaching things like tying shoes and trimming nails. Little memories of reading books and taking naps Watering plants that we adored Taking walks and little arguments. I used to be looking for a place to make a life To build a foundation for children They could rely on For the rest of their lives. Now they are grown And I'm just looking For a place to die.