Thank You

This is an open thank you poem
to the past girlfriends
of the boy who kisses me goodnight

Thank you, girls, for whatever you have done
to make this man so beautiful
and wonderful
and other things that feel -ful.
Thank you to whoever taught him how to listen well
whoever showed him how to touch a woman when she's happy.
Thank you to whichever one first led his trembling fingertips where they really wanted to go.
Whichever of you first placed his tender lips beneath your own
and pressed down.
Thank you to whoever taught him the power of a smile
and laughter
and that women can be wooed by music.
Whoever talked through problems
and worked things out
and loved him first,
thanks for helping shape him.
I like the way he fits.