Catching Up (Heather)

Just as I am a day behind on posting my contribution to the Bloggers Silent Poetry Reading, I am years behind discovering this song by Feist. I heard it for the first time Friday night and I feel like it is very expressive about this time of life:

Mushaboom
Leslie Feist

Helping the kids out of their coats
But wait the babies haven't been born oh
Unpacking the bags and setting up
And planting lilacs and buttercups oh

But in the meantime we've got it hard
Second floor living without a yard
It may be years until the day
My dreams will match up with my pay

Old dirt road,
knee deep snow
Watching the fire as we grow old

I got a man to stick it out
And make a home from a rented house oh
And we'll collect the moments one by one
I guess that's how the future's done oh

How many acres, how much light
Tucked in the woods and out of sight
Talk to the neighbours and tip my cap
On a little road barely on the map

Old dirt road,
knee deep snow
Watching the fire as we grow old
Old dirt road rambling rose
Watching the fire as we grow
Well I'm sold...