911 ~ Every Morning After

My son is dreaming as I depart I pause to watch him sleep if only for a moment I longed for the next Saturday that I could set him beside me on the lazy boy while I watched my alma mater's football game we'd play a little catch at halftime the simple joys of being a father the labors and sacrifices this is the payoff time with my son the long commute to work I can't stop thinking about him an odd sound behind me that breaks the normal morning humm of New York streets I kissed my wife as I left the house 'take care of our son' is always part of my goodbyes I am a bit jealous I must admit that she has him more and gives him more than I but this is the order of things and we live in a world of love I will never lose sight of that the sky above fills with the screams of a jet engine I look up to see it flying much too low this plane is in trouble was my first thought must be losing power I loved my Father but he was a reserved man reserved emotion reserved thoughts we shared little I only began to know him when he learned he was dying it would not be this way with my son I realized that this was not a plane in trouble but a plane with a mission the sky explodes in fire as I am 20 feet from the building's entrance my last conscious glimpse is of the gentleman who always arrives just ahead of me and has a cigarette before entering he did not quite get this one lit and drops his lighter there is nowhere to run the debris surrounds me like sudden rain my son another man, a good man says goodbye and heads to work and tells my wife to take care of you and like every morning before and after I watch you sleep

Deckard

I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...

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