Did you ever imagine seeing your baby girl with salt and pepper hair?
Well, here I am grateful to be alive
— an adult version of your second girl child
with salt and pepper in my hair
but sometimes —
without you
I’m some place that’s no place
wishing you could meet me somewhere in between
because at those times
the ground beneath my feet sinks out of sight
the pain inside my chest grips me so tight
the Oceans far too deep and much too wide
the sky falls as I sleep and the stars all die
the Earth spins off its axis and the Sun turns out the light
the Moon snatches all the dreams out of my eyes
tears drop until the water all runs dry
I sandstorm across deserts searching for life
and still I find — I’m grateful to be alive
— an adult version of your second girl child,
with salt and pepper in my hair
but sometimes —
without you,
I’m some place that’s no place
wishing you could meet me somewhere in between
