when I was still a young child,
you taught me that southern hospitality
and pennies at the base of statues
could bring me good fortune
fed me camaraderie for breakfast
when I woke up to the band in the morning
thrived on stack and the burning spirit
while I waited to reach maturity
watched couples walk together
under a tree that promised eternity
stood by at silent candlelight vigils
broken only by the sound of
21 gun salutes and solidarity
and baby, you can't even begin to comprehend
how long I have waited to marry you
with that golden ring upon graduation
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