last days in the Court
Warning: Sappy as all get-out.
So glad to be leaving, but I remember the beginning,
The children spinning ring around the rosy in the backyard,
Collapsing dizzy in a fit of giggles
In the combover grass.
I remember egg hunts and one Halloween,
An exuberant princess and black cat
With spirits buoyant in spite of the cold rain late October,
A confused magician still knocking on doors the following day.
I remember playing mother hen
To the neighbourhood orphans,
The ice cream truck with the song you knew,
You always know, you brat.
And I can recall a snow day
And snowmen
And lukewarm water steaming in the house with its electric heat,
And I will hold onto every day you came home to me and held me tight, and all our victories, our small joys, every absurd second,
These 17 months of our story we carry with us.
So glad to be leaving, but I remember the beginning,
The children spinning ring around the rosy in the backyard,
Collapsing dizzy in a fit of giggles
In the combover grass.
I remember egg hunts and one Halloween,
An exuberant princess and black cat
With spirits buoyant in spite of the cold rain late October,
A confused magician still knocking on doors the following day.
I remember playing mother hen
To the neighbourhood orphans,
The ice cream truck with the song you knew,
You always know, you brat.
And I can recall a snow day
And snowmen
And lukewarm water steaming in the house with its electric heat,
And I will hold onto every day you came home to me and held me tight, and all our victories, our small joys, every absurd second,
These 17 months of our story we carry with us.