Eyes so sad; yet so big and brown,

On the young face; the lips wear a frown.

The tears well up then roll down the cheek,

What is the cause of this time so bleak?

The lips start to tremble as she tries not to cry,

Seeing this scene makes my heart want to die.

Short breaths of air; trying to maintain control,

To not see her cry is her determined goal.

It’s breaking my heart to see this child cry,

So without hesitation; I have to ask why?

Through short sobs of air; her answers not clear,

So with a loving hug she whispers it in my ear.

“I love you daddy…do you have to go?”

Without even thinking; I smile and say, ”no”

I take the day off with this child of mine…

I give her what she needs,

It’s called, “Quality Time”.

©1999 Paul (ChryWizard) Posney

Author's Notes/Comments: 

this was was written about my grand-daughter and her dad (my son). it is dedicated to her with all my love. I love you precious...

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You had me on the edge with this one.
Written so craftily!
I had no idea where it was going until the end.
Such a lovely poem my friend!
Standing ovation!!

"We are, Each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." -Luciano De Crescenzo