We met in Puerto Rico last Sunday; my mom, sisi, and me
To board a ship and sail the Caribbean Sea
They took silly pictures before we even boarded the ship
And hand delivered our suitcases, almost too full to be zipped
We ran around to explore floors one through fourteen
Everything was so beautiful, glistening, and clean
The water refilled, three forks, fine wine...
We gathered each night in Vivaldi to dine
Ten at our table; four of them Brits
Stories and conversation was always a hit
Two desserts, the coffee, champagne as a treat
White linens, some singing, and new friends to meet
Lashana’s lovely bread and Derya’s smile
Made all at our table want to stay for awhile
The menu divine, the food always hot
I’d order two entrees, and hear Derya’s sweet “Why not?”
We stayed up late dancing outside under stars
Oriana received a free drink from the bar
In the middle of the ocean we climbed a rock wall
Went swimming, ice skating, and tried not to fall
Clear teal water and Aruba’s white sand
We left the island with a coconut in hand
The locals in Dominica were funny and kind
We floated the river and the boys didn’t mind
Curacao was beautiful, but we didn’t stay cool
So we boarded the ship and jumped in the pool
St. Thomas was sailing and endless rum punch
With the sun, waves, and dancing we made a lively bunch
On the ship was a line, and to the photographers dismay
We’d stick out our tongues and get pictures our way
Towels turned animals, crisp sheets, a clean floor
The room was transformed when Carl came through the door
The crew was amazing; working all day and night
Doing everything they could to make our vacation just right
Would you rather be an egg or a bee?
Or joke about awkward arms in the bag or the pets at sea?
I won’t soon forget this past week in May
I hope the Caribbean calls us back again one day!
