My daughter crept downstairs at midnight
Where will I go when I'm gone? Is it dark there?
(I remember the gut wrenching terror
Out of cowardice I wanted to cheer her,
(I remember seeking the same answers
She asked me questions without easy answers
My daughter crept downstairs at midnight.
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trailing fears from a child's questioning dream.
Drying tears from her well of confusion
I held her safe-she resurrected my dread.
To a room filled with strangers or friends?
I think I was a horse in another lifetime.
Was I born just to die in the end?
sensing extinction that very first time-
visions of absolute blackness-
loss of self in the infinite sadness
provide magic words to chant against fear,
comfort myself by telling bright stories,
but her trust demanded respect.
asking any and all who stood still-
gathering platitudes and placebos for hours-
none providing words I needed to hear.)
I gave her answers to questions unasked.
Together we unearthed no great secrets
but found peace in the present at last.
Together at one we went up.
Tucking her in, I kissed her gently: magic.
Smiling, she held my hand and slept.
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