Through the foggy twisted
country lanes of time.
So long ago.
I can see you asking for my hand
in marriage. .
My first reaction was to say no.
But the winter moon had paled
and given way to springtime.
Mother nature had filled
the green pasture with
new born lambs.
Because I knew what I wanted.
Because I knew nothing at all.
Because my father
thought you were lazy.
And my mother thought
I could do better.
Because you took my innocence
when you first took me.
But mostly
because you were gentle
and would give me space to grow.
And that on far away
Sunday mornings.
You would bring me
tea and toast in bed
I said yes.