Short Life
I was having breakfast with my 8 year old daughter this morning,
Waffles and tea,
She is very meticulous with the sugars for the tea.
Half and half
The great milk substitute
Was on the table
Little shots of goodness,
A little drip on the chin.
I told my daughter that my friend’s daughter had died last night,
She asked what happened.
I explained that she had become very sick
And she couldn’t continue to fight for her life.
My daughter asked how old she was,
I told her 22.
She paused,
And then looked at me
With her deep brown eyes,
Then innocently but knowingly said,
“Short Life.”