Chapter 1 - Random Thoughts

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            Disclaimer: Not mine, nor we they ever be. Why? Because the world is not fair.


            *note: This is really a story, nor a poem, just thoughts that go through a father’s head. Itfollows events from “A Mother’s Gift.” In essence it is just Michelangelo’s vision of his“daughter,” as she lays asleep on any random night.

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                                                                        Sleeping

Each night I lay awake as she drifts into sleep,
How was I ever so lucky to have such a girl as this?
But then again, why has she had to pay so much?

Can she be mine?
Never completely, I can never share all life’s wonders with her,
But I can be there when she needs me.

Will she be able to live in both worlds?
Or will she choose just one,
Through it all she will be my heart, my soul.

I have no right to this blessing,
I don’t deserve it,
Yet here she is, in my arms, sleeping, dreaming.

What does she dream?
Of a father she never knew,
Or a mother who loved her dearly.

I let her dream,
She doesn’t need to know the whole truth,
Just know that she had a mother who was and is an angel.

When I see this child,
I see her mother in her, a being of great life,
I only hope I can provide it for her.

She stirs, it’s the middle of the night,
Her eyes open, and I gaze into them,
My heart stirs, and I smile.

She coughs a little,
Slowly drifting back into sleep,
I do the same.

She is my heart,
She is my soul,
She is my angel,
She is my daughter.

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