First and third weekends
and Thursday nights
Too fast flash
with the light of your life.
Pack in the fun
between homework and flute
But send her home on a high note
or the fun stuff's moot.
Stall tactics begin.
She doesn't want to go.
Chasing a butterfly.
Walking so slow.
You'd tell her to hurry,
but you don't have the heart.
Takes it with her when she leaves
along with her spark.
The countdown begins
until the next reunion
When she brings back your heart
With another daughter infusion.
I've been learning more about this particular heartache recently. As painful as it is to witness, I can't imagine what it would be to feel myself. I understand fully that divorce is sometimes necessary. But I still hate it. I hate the heartache of it and the fallout from it. But I'm super thankful for a God of healing who holds these precious dads and daughters in His hands.
