Dec 2012
There is something foreign; a bright smile from one ear to the other: happiness. I am at peace. Life is good.
A walk in the park is where I meet you, the most beautiful woman in the world. That lucky great white.
We begin to talk, and we flirt, and then we set up a date. Dinner and a movie. We do that very often.
Months later we decide it's time to move in together; buy a small house in a great neighborhood.
Not long after that is when we marry and happily leave for our honeymoon in Paris, France.
We decide to have a beautiful child; a beautiful brown haired baby boy, now our family.
At our peak we discover a tragic flaw in his health, an increasingly growing disease.
I turn for guidance, for relief, from a 10 year old bottle of the bar's finest whiskey.
My anger takes over as I start to yell at her, for dropping a small glass of juice.
The door slams on my way out into the cold night. My destination a blur.
You're home with the baby, both crying in its confusion and your regret.
I drive to the coast. A blindness of sorrow overcoming twinkling eyes.
You grab for the phone and call for me; your hour of helplessness.
I don't answer, my phone flies out my window as I drive faster.
You try to calm our baby boy, knowing his imminent tragedy.
I stop the car. And I get out , slowly walking to the cliff.
You tell the boy everything is ok as you start to smile.
I open my wallet and pull out a picture of you two.
You hold him and nurture him as if you're right.
I stare blankly at the photo, my wife and boy.
You begin to sing to him; a nice, sweet lullaby.
I drop the photo; and watch the wind take it.
"Oh, Hush, little baby, don't you cry."
I begin to fight a flow of bad emotions.
You start walking him to his cradle.
I step up to the welcoming ledge.
You remind our baby boy it's ok.
As I slowly become at peace.
Our boy drifts off into a sleep.
I step forward and I leap.
You quietly cry beside him.
As I fall I quietly speak;
Four soft, last words:
"I love you, Both."
Love can bring
The strongest
Down.
A walk in the park is where I meet you, the most beautiful woman in the world. That lucky great white.
We begin to talk, and we flirt, and then we set up a date. Dinner and a movie. We do that very often.
Months later we decide it's time to move in together; buy a small house in a great neighborhood.
Not long after that is when we marry and happily leave for our honeymoon in Paris, France.
We decide to have a beautiful child; a beautiful brown haired baby boy, now our family.
At our peak we discover a tragic flaw in his health, an increasingly growing disease.
I turn for guidance, for relief, from a 10 year old bottle of the bar's finest whiskey.
My anger takes over as I start to yell at her, for dropping a small glass of juice.
The door slams on my way out into the cold night. My destination a blur.
You're home with the baby, both crying in its confusion and your regret.
I drive to the coast. A blindness of sorrow overcoming twinkling eyes.
You grab for the phone and call for me; your hour of helplessness.
I don't answer, my phone flies out my window as I drive faster.
You try to calm our baby boy, knowing his imminent tragedy.
I stop the car. And I get out , slowly walking to the cliff.
You tell the boy everything is ok as you start to smile.
I open my wallet and pull out a picture of you two.
You hold him and nurture him as if you're right.
I stare blankly at the photo, my wife and boy.
You begin to sing to him; a nice, sweet lullaby.
I drop the photo; and watch the wind take it.
"Oh, Hush, little baby, don't you cry."
I begin to fight a flow of bad emotions.
You start walking him to his cradle.
I step up to the welcoming ledge.
You remind our baby boy it's ok.
As I slowly become at peace.
Our boy drifts off into a sleep.
I step forward and I leap.
You quietly cry beside him.
As I fall I quietly speak;
Four soft, last words:
"I love you, Both."
Love can bring
The strongest
Down.
