Humane

It was a day for joyful tears. It was a day for newborn fears. My daughters’ Confirmation I am so proud. I speak of her to others, and I speak loud. AS we left the service, my eyes never looked down. I never saw that June Bug crawling upon the ground. My daughter stepped upon him, while sunning on a rock. His face, his legs, and one antennae crushed; he was in shock. Daddy, Daddy, please fix him. I became Doctor Daddy, to appease my daughters’ whim. I picked up the June Bug, left his antenna, legs, and face in stone. My daughter spoke softly, I know he does not live alone. The saline glistening tear running down my cheek. My dearest darling daughter, heed the words I speak. This June Bug suffered so much pain : to let him die would be Humane. On the quiet ride home, I could see my daughter ponder. Then she said to me , DADDY : I wonder. When we go to hospital, to see GRANDMA-- Will you be HUMANE ?