Poetry 'n Prose

Express Pizza

Sitting across the table
drawing on her lemonade fizz
she says ‘Daddy, if this was your last day
here on earth,
what would you do?’
her smile widening
her eyes pleading
she waits and listens…
choking on surprise
the thinly crusted over-baked Pepperoni
eventually makes its way down
the oesophagus

my hand on her’s
‘I’d be right here, having lunch with you.’

By 67paintings

A dialectical site of poetry, painting and the odd musical excursion into the unknown.

8 replies on “Express Pizza”

Lee, your feeling at that time … could be felt
I believe that you’ll always there for her…and always be healthy.
O no… tears in my eyes.

Much love and hug,

The feeling was one of being glad to be alive coupled with being immensely proud of my daughter to ask such an infinitely intelligent question… these are life’s tender mercies, even when one health isn’t.
Hugs always

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