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
as long as i'm singing 