In due time

Like a weaned child on the steps of the temple
My heart beats for what's to come

Years at my mother's breast
Wisdom in her song
Exalting the glory that knit me in her womb

For this next step

Oh how I'd like to flop back into a champagne situation
family around a table
Smiles everywhere

But I will put one foot in front of the other

And hope the fruit this life bears has room
For champagne