Sitting across the table
drawing on her lemonade fizz
she says ‘Daddy, if this was your last day
here on earth,
what would you do?’
her smile widening
her eyes pleading
she waits and listens…
choking on surprise
the thinly crusted over-baked Pepperoni
eventually makes its way down
the oesophagus
my hand on her’s
‘I’d be right here, having lunch with you.’
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Aww… I love it. Here’s to many more happy days spent
Lee, your feeling at that time … could be felt
I believe that you’ll always there for her…and always be healthy.
O no… tears in my eyes.
Much love and hug,
mei
Oh yes boomiebol, I hope so. But it was a very useful question…
The feeling was one of being glad to be alive coupled with being immensely proud of my daughter to ask such an infinitely intelligent question… these are life’s tender mercies, even when one health isn’t.
Hugs always
Lee
Lovely.
Thanks Elena for adding your thoughts. always welcome.
beautiful poem, Lee, may there be many of these days because these kind of days are gifts.
groetjes, Francina
Yes indeed, every day is a precious gift. Hope you are not too snowed under with the blizzard conditions were having at the moment.
Best wishes, Lee