Last glass of Chardonnay with Rick

 I might not see you again, for awhile,

living a big wide ocean apart.

But I enjoyed our korero,

round the table at Taemaro Bay,

post Christmas, 

on a rainy Boxing Day.

You might not like Chardie,

I don't know,

but I got a fancy bottle of the stuff for Christmas,

so I'd like to think that we'd have a glass of Chardonnay,

or maybe two, before you go.

Thanks to you,

I'll never spread my toast with bitterness,

on special occasions or any time that matters.

I'll keep eating my fried bread with jam,

forget the kina splatter.

And your stories gave me much to think about,

that will stay...not just in the Bay,

but in my brain and in my heart,

something to write about while you're away.

I might not see you again, Rick,

as we're worlds and oceans apart,

me at my writing desk,

you in your salon making hair art.

But just before you go,

if you would like to, let me know.

Let's toast with one last glass of Chardonnay,

as we farewell the year and beautiful Taemaro Bay.




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