Poetry: Reflections on a Father's Love
As I sat in an uneasy chair, distraught with anger and despair
Next to our daughter in the ICU and all I thought about, was you
I told our little one: ”All would be fine in time”
That's what I said: I told her she was too young, too sweet, and too dear
For the Lord not to leave her here, this world needed her: I said
I told those distasteful lies, for down in the pit of my soul, I felt the butterflies
For I knew all too well that she would be taken and soon
As I sat and kept watch over her she nodded off to sleep
The “Angel of Death” he came into the room, near unto us
I grabbed for his bony hand I caught it! And I held on tight to it!
I would not let it go, a death grip I had placed upon It
He had to known the mistake he was about to make
I had hope that I could make him understand but, I could feel her fate
My soul cried unto It's self please! Just this once Dear God cut me a break!
The loss of another, I or this angel could not take!
See I said: I lost her mother some years ago
Though she stands here by our daughter now and with her new man
As they gazed at me; her hand in his, their pretenses and presents
Shook me to my very core
For I myself stood looking down at my flesh and looking up into Heaven's back door
I bent over and whispered into my daughter's ear
I told your mom I'd be fine
Don't worry about me this time!
Dear one; I am use to being left behind
Those butterflies leaped out from my chest, but only one tear drop mounted upon my right cheek
I doubt that she saw it; as she had nodded back off to sleep
I slept with the angels last night mom
She told her mother of her last dream
Where is dad?
The curtain was drawn
I wish he was here with us now
I thought I saw him leave, with the most beautiful nurse
Why would he go and do that, to me?
He told me not to worry
He said: that your new man would care for us now
That he caught a break and he had to take it, that he'd be gone for along while
He said that he'd be able to see us whenever he wanted, and that we could only picture him here
He said that he was sorry for all that went wrong
To think of him often for it would not be long
Till we are all back together again, as it was suppose to be
Little Peggy drifted back to sleep
Then they wheeled her father's carcass out the door
When we arrived at the back door of Heaven
I was still clutching that angel's bony hand
We were stopped instantly! And so I begun my plea, I told Saint Peter, I was so sorry for being late
His reply to me; was: “Oops there goes a butterfly” and then he motioned us over
On our knees we fell at once I begged for forgiveness and I told him of the lie
Saint Peter smiled and said; “An unselfish act can't be undone my son”
I saw him look down his nose and over my shoulder; at the angel, who was behind me now
“For once you crossed this threshold your soul has won"
With that said, he pushed me in and slammed the front gate
A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man
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