He is the most wonderful father.
*Haven't you seen his eyes when he holds her?
Haven't you seen them slowly amble?*
He bends again and again so she may tickle his nose with the tattered dandelions she picks one after the other all the way down
...
to the park.
We brought her home in an old Chevy truck.
I cannot speak of his wide eyes sealed on the road that day as his heart was sealed on his girls he drove home.
I know the seal is unbroken I cannot understand but I know.
The pain may now stop his gaze at inches from my pale forehead.
Separation has begun but He will be a wonderful father.
Their long walks do not inspire smiles anymore this must not continue.
Her heart belongs in the park with the dandelions and the laughter, O Lord, may this journey end!
This morning, they did amble down my path of florescent light past the winding stems of the daisies on the cancer ward wallpaper.
He will be a wonderful, a wonderful father.