Nights laying across muscular breast-less chests accompanied by masculine breaths reassuring me of security
Days of park swings and backwards sliding conquering everything with other children looking on in disbelief due to their vacancy
Nights of sleep terrors and fevers chilling me cold I cried out and my super hero rescuer soon came to join in my sleep with me
Days of breakfast cartoons, pancakes, and spoons so the forks wouldn't tear into pre-adolescent gums
There were nights of both heroes surrounding me (those were nights of the best sleep)
Days rapidly running through my mind... I forget nothing; an IQ they didn't assume possible all revealed before two
Nights of happy birthday songs, thunder cats, & dark wing duck theme's
Days and nights now without that familiar face
*cries*
"Mommy, I want my daddy"
Mommy looked on
Mommy looked sad
The deepest overwhelming pain I ever witnessed
Strength emerging from mommy
Her one biggest fear came to reality
(Single parenthood)
Mommy couldn't let the physical void diminish my innocence
Avoiding discussing herself mommy continued to rescue within both roles the best way she knew how
Avoiding tarnishing "his superhero character" when he abandoned his role
Avoiding the birds and the bee's chat of parenting
*cries*
"Mommy I want daddy!!!"
No wisdom can soothe a child's yearn
No tricks could refocus those desires
Not enough bubbles could be blown
Not enough cupcakes & Dora dolls could heal
Not enough "I know baby" could comfort
Not enough clues to make him understand his 24/7 role
*cries*
"MOMMY I WANT DADDY!!!"
Daddy isn't here.
