Delayed

My D is delayed. Swamped at the moment :(

Childhood

To crawl out from bed in my dad's cosy arms
And be brushed and rushed to school each day
To brawl with my siblings, and play in the barn
And go riding my trike every Sunday.

To snuggle up each night next to my Mom,
As she reads me tales of fairies beyond
To feel her cuddle me, keep me warm
And hear her lullabies, her love abound.



To know what's so special about being a teen
To know about years eleven to thirteen
To feel that crush my sis talks about
To be able to take a friend out.

To eagerly wait for that day with my Dad
When we'd go to have fun fishing together,
To beat him at tennis as a grown up lad
And cheer him on when he plays another.

How I wish I were now in my little den
Counting to live up to a Ninety Two
How I wish I could just pretend,
That this dreaded day never happened too.

Belief

I'll hold to my roots like that blade of grass as the winds of despair rush past me
I'll free my mind of "Me, Myself", I'll keep my ego small - as small as it can be.
I'll look boldly in the face of trouble and question its very existence
I'll be strong, I'll sail on, I'll sail on in the waves of turbulence.
I'll extend my thoughts to reach the far horizons, I'll ignite that zeal in me
I believe in my heart, I believe in my soul, I believe, I believe in me.

Agony

"Would I see an Angel?", asks my child as I tuck her in gently tonight.
"Will the bells ring to welcome me?" she wonders,"will there be a Light?"
"Will the Heavens be as receiving, Would it be as good and real?"
"Would this pain end then? Tell me Dad dear, will all then be well?"

Her throat's choked with cancer cells, and her body's in despair,
She's been through so much pain, there's much agony in the air.
It sears my heart - the pain - as I see my little one so weep,
I wish the Lady Night spreads her calm; I wish there's finally some sleep.

I pray I find an answer tonight, and I pray my heart stay whole,
I search for peace in a painful present; I search deep within my soul.
I know no answers to her many questions, I know not Heaven's ways.
I know not whether Angels would come tonight to kiss her pretty face.

So as she lies there in her little bed, draped in sheets milk white,
And the lullabies from her bunny doll try fill the air tonight,
I whisper to her in the dark, "If the Heavens so wish, my daughter dear,
You will see the Angels bathe in Light, and as the bells toll, the pain disappear."