This is a ballad, dedicated to the Chub for her 3rd birthday. :)
And so, a girl was born that day
Silence, then the screaming.
Perfectly formed in every way
Her father said, beaming.
Worth life to me, and I would pay,
save their intervening.
So together, we went our way
And she gave my life new meaning.
There was a girl born that day.
Years like moments seeming.
And when I close my eyes to pray,
I hope God doesn’t tell me I was dreaming.
Indie Ink Challenge!
This week: The drama mama of from my Write Side challenged me to write on the prompt: “Tell me I was dreaming” and I challenged Liz Culver of Liz Culver on the prompt: “The relationship between fear and respect.”