Making the bed

I date the independence of my daughter,

Not when she turned eighteen,

Not when she took her gap year,

Not when she left home for Melbourne,

But when she assembled all by herself

Her queen size bed.

It might have taken a few hours

But what a satisfaction it was

When she achieved it

Giving her not only the pleasure

To sleep in a comfortable one

After having camped on the wooden floor

Of her bedroom for a month

But it truly was a liberating moment

And if you wonder the wisdom of this

You only need to refer

To Figaro taking measurements

For his wedding bed!

L. Bailliet©

21/09/2012