The day the 'Thank you' escaped!

I get words stuck in my throat.
It makes me laugh to think of all the little words I could never say,
Bobbing around with last night’s tea,
Writing them down always seemed too easy
So I guess trapped inside me they will stay.

I just get worried
That if I brush my teeth,
I may leave one of them on the bathroom sink.
A tiny little ‘thank you’,
Sitting amongst the water droplets from the tap.

Or after a glass of vimto
I’ll wash a few down to my stomach
Where all the captive little
‘I love you’ or ‘I’m scared’
Get burned by my stomach acid,
Never to be said again.

I mean I know your reading this and thinking
“She says thank you all the time”
But I don’t think I’ve ever said it on MY OWN terms.
And you know saying thank you on someone else’s terms doesn’t count
(Don’t be silly)

And I’ve got lot to thank you for pops
Firstly, cheers for the crazy dreams gene you passed down to me.
I love spending night after night
Chilling out with Mick Hucknall in a big teapot,
Or watching Sherlock Holmes arrest my best mate for poisoning somebody with a loaf of bread.

Thank you for not being a ‘weed father’...
And no I don’t mean the drug...
I mean the ugly plant that smothers pretty flowers.
Because I am a pretty flower and you let me grow.
You let me grow into someone who’s feeling pretty good about her life ahead of her..
But still knowing there’s a big strong tree
(That’s you)
Is not too far away for me to run under, and be shielded from the rain
That’s about to come pouring down.

Thank you for having superb music taste
And for not playing golf and wearing shiny pants
Thank you for having four more beautiful kids
They mean the world to me.

Thank you for being my Dad. I may never answer the phone, but i think about you every day.
Thank you for getting the words out of my mouth
I love you.

24.12.08