You were my keeper of secrets,

My pierced, listening ear.

From dawn to dusk,

From year to year.

Who knew the time would come?

The time when we would trade our juice,

For spiced red rum.

You were my wing woman,

Precise, cunning, and tactical.

You were beautiful,

Tattooed from hip to clavicle.

He grabbed you by the waist and smiled,

A beautiful stranger.

Now you’re with child.

You were phenomenal.

So wild, so free.

Now you’re tied down,

Oh, what a mother you’ll be.