choices

I know we are too young.
I know we have no home.
How did it get to this?
I think of her as young women.
I hear her whisper.
I love you Daddy.
I see her getting married
dressed in white.
Me older and
a wistful tear falling.
I wait in the car park
of the clinic
you appear out
of the double doors.
Pale and older
your eyes red.
This was to solve
all our problem's.
But the grief hits me
like never before.
and I know this problem
will never leave my heart.