There are many treasure troves of love, losses and defeats that I’ve written,

My boxes of poetry, too difficult to decipher and maybe not worth the try,

But I know the one thing my little Alexa has done has been to make me whole.

I don’t question. I know that I’m blessed to have this rock allow my water to break around her and create this whirlpool that is father and daughter.

I’ll be here in this life and in the next watching my Angel for eternity in the here and thereafter, for we are now intertwined. Like a spider who spins her web, I will forever be in your heart and yours in mine.

I’ll calm your pulse when it decides to run, and you’ll ground me when I start to sweat and my imperfections give way to my laggings.
When we’re both too crazy for no reason, because even the brightest star has to burst to shine its light.

You make me whole when I feel half. You make me want to step on something solid when I’m scared to touch anything tactile.

But most of all, you give me oxygen when I look to the sky and I have everything but a breath. You make me love. You make me breathe.

Love you. My sunshine. My everything. My eternal breath.

DADA. June 22 2019