Birthday Wishes

As much as I don’t quite understand them, I love my kids.

Let me step back for a minute, to explain that last comment. You see I don’t really feel as if I understand my kids, simply because they sometimes totally knock me off guard with the ideas floating about in their heads.

Take for instance my daughter. When I recently asked her what she wanted for her birthday, her response was that she hoped I wouldn’t mind “publishing” one of her poems on my blog.

Pretty awesome, right? I mean, don’t get me wrong – she also asked for the latest album from Of Monsters & Men – but I was somewhat taken aback that she would think enough of my endeavors, as to ask that hers could also be included.

Of course I said “no,” but I was just kidding. Cuz I’m a daddy douche like that.

Now, without further ado, and recreated as accurately from the source material as possible, here is what comes from the mind of my beautiful daughter when she puts pen to paper:

• The World After I Am Gone •

Growing up.

A hard experience.

O   b  st  acl  e  s

at every turn.

The swiftly moving

 sd
c  u
 lo

in the     v              a               s               t

sky, reminder that

the days are

ending and starting

 again. Acting as a clock.

A red sun on the horizon

blazing in my

eyes, aging

me.

The future holds great

possibilities

if only

the minutes

wouldn’t

tick by

so fast.

Tick, tock, tick, tock.

It is my future.

I am older now.

The swiftly moving

 sd 
c  u 
 lo

Still reminding my

elderly body

that everyday and everybody

has a start

and a

finish.

Now it is

The world after I

am gone.

I am one with the sky and I watch the

aging people

look up at me,

the swiftly

moving

 sd 
c  u 
 lo

in the     v              a               s               t

sky, reminding

them that

their

futures

are

close

and

that

everyday

has

an

end.

And

a

new

beginning.

•••

Happy Birthday, darling