Always making room/ Two hearts in my heart and chair/ Impossibly full.

In my house today We can always set a place For anyone here. Potluck at its best Table fills with steaming food Let the turkey rest. Voices grow with time Small crowds form throughout the land Faces known

Real Housewives have hair/ stuffed under piles of their own/ The hair is not theirs.

I wonder, lonely. Is there anyone out there? Only she says yes.