South Pasadena, CA
“Lay your head down, I’ll tell the story. It’s called ‘Now Till the End of Time.’”
“Ok Dad!” he said to me, his little eye’s did shine.
“Now pull up the covers, right under your chin to keep the monsters out!”
He looked at me and faithfully, did so without a doubt.
I smiled down at my son, my one and only boy.
And sat on down, upon the ground; his face was filled with joy.
“Ok Dad, hurry up... Get to the scary parts!”
“Hold your horses little man,” I said, “It isn’t time to start.”
“Did you brush your teeth and finish your homework? Is there anything I should know?”
He thought about it, smiled and said, “No Dad, I’m good...I don’t think so.”
I opened the book and began to read, his attention all on me.
The warriors battled and witches fled, the ghost’s of the Baron Sea.
I didn’t stop reading but in-between pages, I watched my lovely child
In awe of a book, listening to his Dad, his imagination running wild
Half way through, he fell asleep. I gently closed the book.
I watched for what seemed like hours before getting up to take a look.
I gently reached over and quietly said, “I love you son, my wondrous little guy.”
I turned around and reached for the door and froze at his reply.
“Daddy I love you” he said, “and thanks for being there for me.
You read me books and take care of things, I just wish Mommy could see.
I know that she’s in heaven right now, I can feel her in this room.
And one day,” he said, “I’ll see her again. Just hopefully not to soon.”
Not a word came from my mouth, I stood absolutely still.
These words came right out of this boy, my eye’s began to fill
I hugged my son and told him what, exactly was on my mind.
“I’ll always love you just like her, from ‘Now Till the End of Time.’”
Better to die, and sleep
The never-waking sleep, than linger on
And dare to live when the souls life is gone.