Years from now she won't phone,
and I won't have met her latest boyfriend--
who might be "the one."
She'll sleep in a bed that I don't tend,
and have a job I don't quite understand--
but I'll be happy
it makes her happy.
Years from now she'll choose her own hats,
and wear a chic red beret from France,
or a yellow cloche
or saucily angled fedora.
I'll embrace her when she's home for the holidays,
elated with this lady, my little girl--
and she'll be happy
she's made me happy.
This was taken at Eclipse Bookstore in Fairhaven.