I wish I were the floorboards
Underneath your steps
I wish I were the sheets
On which your body slept

I wish I were the sail
Hoisted high upon your boat
I wish I were the ocean
On which you'd choose to float

I wish I were the baseball
When you took a swing
I wish I were the songs
That you would often sing

I wish I were the towel
On which you'd wipe your brow
I wish I were the "gotch ya"
That gets you years from now

I wish I were the air
You breathed in yawn and sigh
I wish I were the minimum
That always got you by

I wish I were your watch
And that you'd gaze upon my face
But I'd rather be the prayer
When you said your grace

I wish I were the wheel
Upon which you spun your clay
I wish I were the jungle gym
On which your children play

I wish I were the wicker
On your front porch rocker seat
I wish I were the floorboards
Underneath your feet