Thank you

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