Still the Queen by Sami Khalil
For days on end, I waited patiently
Dawdled I did for a timely moment
A ring in hand to offer graciously
Under a leafy tree through bestowment.
On terra-cotta tiles, your dad heard
steps
Like police boots and heart roaring in
fire
In his rocking wood chair, he showed
biceps
As the clock melted in dreadful ire.
A resounding “No” made no sense to me
Dashing hopes when failed to impress
his kind
The butter-fly flew past the glib and
glee
For no bells will be heard in anchored
bind.
I stood back then watching the gulf
between
Till two horizons meet, you're still the
queen.