I have an inkling
you know the gratitude,
that you are owed
and not always given.
I may not have the means
to express my debt.
For eons of etiquette
prevent the modern day
gushing of emotion
so awkward for you and I.
And yet, we learnt to embrace
our brave new world.
And while we agonize
over what to say
and not to say,
I say this:
There is not one soul
in my small microcosm of existence
as you;
no greater champion of support;
no finer guardian of friendship;
no shirker of the truth;
and no person who,
despite time’s distillation of
old conventions, would not
speak the unspeakable.
And so I do
now.
John H Davies
VIII May 2018
(For TF - Serengeti)
