Heart of the House

You are the original template

You are the original exemplary

How seen were you actually?

How revered were you, honestly, at the time?

Why pleased with your low maintenance?

You loved us more than we could've loved you back

Where was your ally? Your partner in feminine crime?

Oh, mother, who's your buddy?

Oh, mother, who's got you back?



The heart of the house

The heart of the house

All hail the goddess!



You were good ol'

You were count on 'er 'til 4am

You saw me run from the house

In the snow, melodramatically

Oh, mother, who's your sister?

Oh, mother, who's your friend?



The heart of the house

The heart of that house

All hail the goddess!



We left the men and we went for a walk in the Gatineaus

And talked like women, like women-to-women would

Women to women would

Where did you get that from?

Must've been your father, your dad

I got it from you, I got it from you



Do you see me yourself in my gypsy garage sale ways?



In my fits of laughter?



In my tinkerbell tendencies?



In my lack of colour coordination?