Abby, as a representative for your people,
please accept the appreciation of my people
for all you have done.
Thank you for the feminism and the gay rights.
I’m sure that Oscar Wilde and Sappho thank you as well
along with Rosie the Riveter, the Suffragettes
and Queens Victoria, Elizabeth and Boudicca
– but since they’re not of my generation
I’m afraid they’ll have to thank you separately.
Thank you for the fashion and the music
and the peace and the activism
none of which existed before you
and none of which could have been considered without your input. Thank you for your your and vigor
concepts previously unconceived.
Thank you for the fires in your bellies
which only you could start
and which could only burn for you, Abby,
and your kind, so long as your sort could live.
There will never be an era like yours
and we will never be able to thank you enough
so this will be the last time
I say these words
and from now on
I’ll remain silent on these subjects
and go in about my long life.
Perhaps you could do your own special variation of that too, Abby?