It's soon time for us "bitches" to be bound,
to our beautiful rental cottage in Owen Sound.
It certainly should be a time of having fun,
and a time only scheduled by the moon and the sun.
A time that can't be hurried or denied.
A time that is coming, as surely as the tide.
A time for laughter and joy, until the time is no more
of our weekend together, as we go away as before.
So let's start early and finish late and not fret about the time,
and enjoy each and everyone's own special rhyme.
Is it time yet,
Can't wait I bet
Copyright © Christine Bertrand | Year Posted 2017
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