Parachute

One day I will strap on a parachute,

Jump out my second story window,

And won’t reach the ground for thirty minutes.

As I float I will take my typewriter and pen two beautiful lullabies,

One for my lovely Argenta,

And my dear Kristopher,

Both haven’t been born yet.

I will see their smiles,

Hear their giggles,

And toss them into the air,

Just so I can see their wings flutter.

My darling angels would smile infectiously,

This would move me to write another line,

And another,

And another.

When I reach the ground,

My angels return back to Heaven,

Once again I will weep for joy,

Knowing that one day,

They will be wrapped in my arms,

And everything I have done up to this point,

Was worth it.