Letters in the air part 2

The story has regained it's composure, as a father struggles to read a bed time story to a daughter suffering from selective amnesia.

Here is where we read together:

Written by our pappa:

-Son and daughter-

In the cabin , on this last december

Pappa took me to bed

Tucked me in and kissed me goodnight

And said how glad He was to read to me

And how glad He is that I am here

His other children are abandoned

Invested into sinking ships

- I have so many questions-

But I know the pain I have felt

Is not for me, but for you

Come sit by the fire

In pappas lap dear

Nothing required, just hear the story

Innocent love I love you whole

No matter if you are covered in dirt

-How did you find me in the sea-

No love, it was an ocean
No my daughter, not the sea
Yes my love, it was the city

-So patient with me-

Since you have been gone

Gone and lost into that city

Where bombs fell all around

I gave myself no peace at night dear

I waited to hear the voice of my child

Say Pappa I am home!

You rub dry eyes that have no more tears

So long have you cried

-He can hardly read the story-
-My amnesia asks the questions-

No parent would send their children

Into a city that is bombarded

To retrieve a broken pencil

Or a torn up sheet that might have a cent

Sown into its surface

When in His castle there are riches
And there are pillars
They stretch like praise

Praise holding up the constellations

They make the sun rise in morning

And crumble down at night

And rise again like my love

My baby in the morning

Love makes the world hover in the dark

Surrounded ever by His light

Keep life alive, keep it from crumbling

-I don't want you to hold up the stars-
-I want to keep you by my side-

A life lives such fragile beats
Beats that measure my blood
My baby born without a care

Once this living beauty
took its first real breath
I prayed it keep on beating
That heart I gave you

No child you were not sent to die

But to live in Pappas cabin

A place on His lap

On His breast for you ear

Pappa wipes away tears

His child cries on the inside

Such horrors innocence sees

This is not your destiny

But come my love my daughter

I will take you to our tree

We met there first

You ran to me you sang a song

In a language we made together

And laughing made a little ring

For your little finger, you showed it to me

You smiled and were so happy

Look pappa! I made this for me!

I was happy to plant them in the summer

So in the spring my baby could pick them

And make herself a little treasure

My treasure was her smile

Her little hand extended, her love innocent

No one could take it away

Now she went into the city

And now she has returned

There she stands before me

Her dress she wore on the day of treasures

Made underneath the golden tree

She wore that dress when she was happy

Wore that dress in terror

As she ran from bombs dropping all around her

Look, my baby scraped her knee!

I run to you my daughter

Your dress is now white

And the edges are all together
I run to you my daughter

Your little hands reach for me

And look! On your finger!
Your little treasure!

Oh my sweet love I am happy
You came back home to me

Oh my sweet love oh my daughter
I love you and do not worry

Do not worry sweet love where you have been
Or what you have seen
Your trauma has now ended
And you a child of only three
Have wisdom, words of the ancients
Since you sat before me
Before I made time a reality
You go now to that city
You bring your treasure dear
Because where you go the flowers
We planted in the spring
Will be found in the summer
Though winter has arrived
Though rain has been dried
And hasnt shown much love to soil
Your reasures grow from the rubble

Go now
Remember the light that shined

This you saw above the trees that night

My man of quarter spent

But now your quarter is eternal

Now your quarter has paid its rent

Worry not my son, sit here with Pappa

Worry not what you have seen

Or if anyone will believe you

Its for the reason of freedom

I gave it to you

Now go with my sweet love

Into that city where the bombs are falling

She will bring her treasure, love
And you will bring the song

My angels dance to my song
And your faces are a mirror

Now shine their dance upon the lands
Of my loves who will draw nearer

Come now

Rejoice in wealth
Your poverty, your ragged dress
Oh my daughter
My love

You are not seeing
Your dress unstained

As you draw near to me
Covered in tears
I run to you
Grab you in my arms
Thankful you came home

Though I set my heart to find you
You said you did not want to be

I loved you so very much
All I hoped was for you to come to me

I left my cabin in the winter

I left into the city

The people gathered around me

Knowing I was different

Though I tried to blend in

I did not care to be worshipped

I am looking for my daughter

And if I am to die in this land

It will only be once I have found her

I have power to lay it down

Power to take it back

She will not be alone

And if she sees me taken

And hung from a tree

The instant she feels all hope is lost

Will be the moment I am free

My disguise covered up royalty

They knew not who I was

And even as all the bombs fell on the city

Oh it suffered for so long

But neverthe less they took me where they could decide

Who I was, where I came from

They wanted to see the truth

See here, I must confess

I agonized in this moment

I found my sweet love the night before

She stayed in he last garden

Kept by city under seige

But she would not let me catch her

So I waited and she watched

I knew she was stabding there

I thought about the night I saw

The lights above the trees

In my best friends house

But back to this moment

My love I will return

Here she comes, and I must confess
This moment I did despair
Not because of what life I am loosing
I just wanted to hold my sweet love
As she looked upon me
She cried Pappa! Her hands covered up her mouth, and I saw her treasure on her finger
Knew she did remember
But the people who took me
Turned and looked at her
Saying
Is this man your Pappa!
They knew they had her
Wanted to chase after her
But she got away
And they all turned back to their business
Of ending me on this day
But I was at peace
And not afraid now
For my broken body
Sweet love was safe
And I remembered
My Pappas cabin
And I closed my eyes



My story has no end dear
Please, dry your eyes now
Or save them for your garden

Author's Note

Once again, not quite poetry though a measure of rhyme is present. I might be to stubborn to put it out as limerick.