The Last Word

I fancied myself the proper domesticated package.
That is what I saw all done up in the mirror,
And what I tried to offer you on a silver platter.
I know it’s not saying much,
But there was something about me able to realize
That when you saw something different, you were right.
The mirror lied.
So it is for you to tell me who and what I am,
Making the task appear impossible.
But I do love you.
So I will be this fumbling God with no believers
Trying to perform the one miracle that matters-
Finding the last word.
The one that makes you happy.

John H. Bidwell