Thank You

To the sky back home for being so true
My hair still curls from the winds you blew
To the hot sand that made me run so fast
You've rouged my cheeks so that it lasts
For the freckles on my nose that your bright sun drew
For all your gifts of nature
I thank you

Thank you

To my gogo who taught me the beauty in time
You had a short story for each of your lines
The ones along your smile for each of your babies
And the scar along your head was from 'that night in the eighties
As you entered your final sleep you grabbed me intently
And said 'life is not something you should move through gently
Those words are what's carried me through
And I can't wait to meet again so I can say
Thank you

Thank you

To the boy who kissed me on the docks
You played the hunter I played the fox
Lured me into love when it was really a hunt
Mate. You're nothing short of an absolute cunt
But now I'm able to see right through
The manipulation and tricks people do
And for that... I've got to say, thank you

Thank you

To the godmother tied down next to me
Singing your songs to keep my mind busy
You got me through the hardest night
In a tunnel with no end you were the light
I learnt true endurance from that hour or two
So for teaching me grit, I thank you

Thank you

To the soul that showed me what everyone's singing about
You counted each star as we sat on the lookout
And wrapped them in your dad's hand-me-down corduroy
I became your good-old fashioned lover boy
You said my body inspired the first violin
But you never heard the harmony coming from within
But we were young and neither of us had a clue
Where to go with love and for that exactly, I thank you

Thank you

To my body, healing and homegrown
Stubborn says my headstone and velvet is my breastbone
That was too young for such a milestone
For twelve years I waded you through the thick mud
Hot and bursting is my blood
And after everything I did to you
You loved me back the whole way through
And for that, I thank you

Thank you

To the moon through my window, you haven't changed
To my decade old disposables, still unframed
To these things that stay constant while I grow
To the big oak in our garden I've come to know
You saw me through twenty birthdays before you fell
I wipe my cheek and try not to dwell
For when I'm long gone there'll grow something new
And my daughter will be there to say
Thank you