This morning
while the sun was rising
and the house was sleeping
I was dreaming
about the world ending.
It started with planes in the air
It turned into explosions in the distance.
I tried to call my mom
but the phones were down.
I wanted her to know I loved her…
That everything would be alright.
Then we were running.
Everyone was trying to get underground.
And no point was I scared.
I was helping.
I wanted to save everyone.
People were praying.
Some were just standing.
Staring…
But the whole time I was helpless.
Because I wouldn’t get to die with my children…
Then the darkness crawled in
And I woke up
listening to my daughter laughing…
NOTE: I’m not generally the type of person to write about doom and gloom. I don’t regularly think this way. But this is about being a parent and how selflessness can creep up on you once you’ve had the amazing pleasure of raising a child. And I wanted to convey that feeling.
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