Blue is the color

Of my waffles in the morning.

My favorite kind,

So dad must want something.

He talks about getting a ring,

A sapphire on a silver band

For the one he loves.

I'm glad he's finally moving on.

We talked so long that

The ice in my glass melted

Forming a water ring on the wooden table.

He asks her later that night

After a family dinner.

Outside with the salty air

From the ocean next to us.

The sun sets, saying goodbye

And wishing us good luck.

She says yes,

So no need to worry.

We hug and he cries,

Tears fall from his eyes

From the joy.

The blue butterflies dance

Around the happy family,

Making it magical.