I am not sick. I am not dying. Something happens though, when you find yourself faced with the responsibility of parenthood. You tend to acknowledge your own mortality. I was never afraid to fly. I flew a lot for work. I flew a lot for fun. Then I had a son and the first time I flew after my boy was born, I was terrified. “What happens if the plane crashes?! I will miss out on so much, and he needs me!!” The second time I flew after he was born, I wrote those feelings down in this pseudo- poem.
Oh Little one, you’re on your way into this world
And I’m on my way out
Life can be awful cruel at times, of that
there is no doubt
I won’t be there to give you all the things
A daddy should provide
So I’ll leave you with some words
In hopes they’ll help you navigate the tides
Some of these words are mine
And some are those of others
But the one’s you’ll need to know right off
Are ‘Listen to your mother’.
A wise man once said,
“To thine own self be true”
Because there will be times in life
When your only friend is you
You’ll make mistakes, but that’s okay
Mistakes are life’s great teacher.
And if you don’t meet your goal at first
Keep trying ’til you reach her.
To find the key to happiness
Doesn’t take a great detective
The answer to those secrets
All lie in your perspective
For some the sunset means
Another day is dead and gone
For others it simply means
The night has just begun
It’s all in how you see it son
I guess I was wrong when I said
Words were all I had to give
For you’ll have a guardian angel protecting you
For as long as you shall live.