She has been plotting all week long
Sleeping mat and a little back pack
Crayola Crayons and containers of finger paints

Our little girls first day of school
Tape, paste and a pencil box
No more is she a baby
Now she is Daddy’s little lady

Soon she will be making picture’s made from macaroni
She squeals: with hearts and stars
Daddy says: he’ll be waiting

She is so excited, she is pacing at the door
She is in a hurry; okay, okay says: mommy, with a smile
I am ready, hurry kiss my daddy, lets go

Hey! Daddy shouts, where is my kiss goodbye
Shoulders drop feet shuffle across the floor
Okay but, only one more, because I am in a hurry

A quick peck and a tight hug around his neck and
out the door they scurry

My little Betty Crock-er, made me blue berry muffins again

But, that old toaster, burnt my Eggo’s, why? God only knows
Ah well, the muffins will have to do, as I butter them
Their aroma’s fills the air

I figured by this time you and baby where half way there
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I get the call, a steak of fear, rips right through me and out the door I run
Forgetting the muffins and my gun

The radio starts chirping then screaming hits the air, with lights and sirens blasting
I make a bee line for the school, hoping to beat you there

A fire ball

The tanker split into

the parking lot and the building were a blazing
The heat, the heat, metal is melting no flesh remaining, these

Were the visions in my head, I fell to my knees, wishing I too were dead
Then a little known hand and a wedding band are placed upon my shoulders

A cry of relief now fills the air

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

Thank you for the read Donnie/ Sinbad the Sailor Man

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