You knew you had them eating

Out of the palm of your hand

And it was a joy to watch

As you rang the dinner bell

For the sweet treat of wise words

That rolled like a river

From the mouth of a matriarch

With the voice of years

And the experience of a troubadour

No one else could have clicked or clacked

It was your song to sing

And you ponied up to the punchline

Like a town cryer

With war-ending news

Oh what a moment

And I’m giddy

Because I got to see

You at your knowing best

Saying what

I never could have said