What Would He Do Without Me?

I told him to fold his shirts in neat, perfect rows. Keep his shoes by the door.

Leave no trace where he goes. I taught him to plan and to always stay calm.

What kind of girl makes my Ian drop the bomb? What would he do without me?

Who'd keep his world from slipping off key? I built him a life brick by brick,

day by day. Don't tell me some girl can just blow it away. No. What would he

do without me? She's lovely, she's bright, but she rattles his world.

And my steady boy's steady when things don't get swirled. He needs peace. He needs order.

He needs tea at 5:00 sharp, not a whirlwind of drama tearing all that apart.