33. Thank You

This is my perfect published poem, I knew at once
So I'd like to give you all my thanks
The silk-strung bees who danced through my summer dreams
My wife, my agent, both there amid the darkest days
 
I owe you all my thanks, above all
My parents who bought pens and blotter for my writing desk
My wife and my agent, who walked on through the storm
And the special lady who knows just who she is
 
My parents bought me pens and detox both
And the writers group gang, my huckleberry crew
And the special lady who knows, and knows and knows
I'd like to thank the salty waves that kissed my childhood toes

I'm only sorry writers group, that this is purely mine
My neighbour who took me to football practise in his Ford
I'd like to thank the salty waves that kissed my childhood toes
And my Filipino cleaner, who always comes on time

My elf-like neighbour in his Ford stood in for absent Dad
The summer-wine nights when bees dance on silver strings
My Filipino cleaner, who always comes on time
I knew at once I'd done it: my perfect published lines.  

J. White,
Paris