I saw him, distant, yet still so full of life.

And underneath his eye grew a bead of increasing size, weight,

His innocence and honest joy filled me, raised me above

His size although tiny dwarfed my every move.

Underneath padded feet was a world not yet offensive

I held my heart and watched him walk toward me

“daddy” his words of purest virtue engulfed my senses. I reach out my hand, a hand I reach for anything; he takes grasp as if his life depended on it, which it could but I’d never let it come to that….

And then from such a memorable slumber I awake, the warmth from someone so small vanishes, leaving only this behind: Tales of a life unlivable, and the sting of love so kind.