Everyday before I leave for work...
I kiss my sleeping daughter goodbye...
You see, she's two years old, with long brown hair...
And that girl's my whole life.
But one thing I notice when I get home...
Even though I'm not gone that long.
Is that fact that my child has somehow grown...
Then it hits me like a sad song.
So I cry for my daughter cuz everyday that passes marks one less day of childhood she has left.
I cry for my daughter cuz everyday that passes marks one less day of her being at home playing.
I cry for my daughter cuz everyday that passes brings her one day closer to making a hard decision.
I cry for my daughter cuz everyday that passes brings her one day closer to realizing what death is.
And I weep at the thought of her being one day closer to losing a loved one...
Because I know I won't live forever.
And then I fuckin bawl...cuz I know which each passing day she gets closer and closer to her own death.
And the thought of my baby girl, my beautiful angel, my beloved J.C. being dead, being autopsied, being hollowed out and put on display or in an oven or in an urn or into the cold, dark ground...
Makes me wanna die.
And just as panic is about to envelop me...
Just as rage and hate over all these inevetibilities begins to drown and smother my sanity...
Just when I think there's nothing good or worthwhile about this whole fucking planet or it's shitty way of life...
She looks up and smiles at me.
And instantly, everything negative fades away...
Because...
What also accompanies each passing day...
Is a new smile from her, a new word she's learned to say, another hug from her, and another "I love you, Daddy"...
Thank you for reading.
Peace
Life, by Sharp.
Never, by Fantazee