A Father to his Children

I am terrified of the future set before me.

I go to meet it not with multitudes of angles and soldiers at my back but alone and naked, without helm or shield or arms of family and friends to support and protect me.

As though I had the strength to weild them on my own but I cannot.

I am young but have grown old in these short years.

Physicaly broken, there are things that I don't understand that are killing me from the inside out.

There is not enough time to repair. There are to many sorry's to be said.

My regrets would cover the world as an Ocean of Misgivings and I would set myself adrift among it, if only to stay the hand that guides my fate.

These poor words, these phrases to few, will be all that I will become.

I think I should have had more of a want for things.

My children, there is nothing in this world or the next that could possibly contain my love and affection for you within so weak a vessel.

Know that from here, what I am now, there is love. There is always love and it binds us then, now, and tomorrow.

Goodnight my precious ones.

Reviews

[Gee]

What a beautiful,heartfelt,extremely sad write.

[Raymond Federle]

Thanks for the review and comment! :)