You’re in a bed of cotton sheets.

You raise your voice, cry, and laugh.

This is where I’ve always belonged,

wrapped tight in peppermint sheets,

surrounded by my sleeping family. 

It’s a tight fit.

Again with my not knowing where something came from.  Also, I am a big fan and proponent of the Oxford comma.
Edit 3/21/12 -- Hey! I think I read Gary Soto's "A Red Palm" for the first time before I wrote this. :-)