Until Next Year

 

Wake up, toast the bread

Feed the dog, make your bed

Last few days, a blur in my head,

That’s what happens when God’s in your home I guess,

The wanderer in me wanted to be fed,

I couldn’t help but accede to the request,

A new pair of jeans, father’s new camera,

Off I set to capture her tiara,

She’d come with her family, crowned in glory,

And I just watched dumbstruck, like a child being told a story,

My legs they stood by me, even when I got lost,

A bottle of water was what I most sought,

Now I sit, see those pictures of her face,

Until next year when she’ll come here again

 

The Bilge Master