Thank you for having a gift
for all of those gentle songs
that you sweetly sang
with your melancholy voice
Thank you for everything
for all the advice you gave
through the good and the bad
for lifting me up when I'm sad
Thank you for giving me a home
and baking me banana bread
for taking care of things
thanks for just talking to me
Thank you for showing me
that everything is temporary
my pain isn't here forever
you were always with me
Thank you for the nostalgia
the sweet uke from the UK
the rhythms that found my soul
and the calpol for my heart
_Dear robin, thank you._
Aug 9, 2019
Aug 9, 2019 at 12:59 AM UTC
Thank you for having a gift
for all of those gentle songs
that you sweetly sang
with your melancholy voice
Thank you for everything
for all the advice you gave
through the good and the bad
for lifting me up when I'm sad
Thank you for giving me a home
and baking me banana bread
for taking care of things
thanks for just talking to me
Thank you for showing me
that everything is temporary
my pain isn't here forever
you were always with me
Thank you for the nostalgia
the sweet uke from the UK
the rhythms that found my soul
and the calpol for my heart
_Dear robin, thank you._
A poem dedicated to Robin Skinner (aka Cavetown). Cavetown's music is half the reason I am here today. His youtube makes me smile and reminds me of the good times. Everything bad seems to be put into a better perspective when I listen to his music. I cannot wait to see him live in October.
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