Anchors Aweigh

A rock, an anchor, a touchstone Our visits, email, time on phone. Has been such an aid in my struggles And I really enjoyed all the snuggles. But stones are a burden, you see, And they no longer are a help to me. Thanks for telling me your needs It makes it clear we can’t proceed. So this is all I have to say: Sorry, babe, it's anchors aweigh! See, I’ve arrived, so thanks a ton It turns out that this special son Is destined for so much more Than you, so here’s the door. My daddy said so, and he must know When it’s time to give the heave-ho. All good things must come to an end Say, you think we can still be friends? 3/9/16