Perfection of the Past
Father and daughter
Sitting together
All their worries
Light as a feather
Making a chain
For Christmas Day
That counts the days that remain
Everything seems as it’s perfect
Because for that amount of time
Everything is perfect
For neither of them realize
There isn’t much time
Till the perfection dies
They’re so naive
Unknowing
That what they have
Will be destroyed
Neither know
What heartbreak awaits
What chaos and pain is yet to come
For that may be their last moment
Together in perfection
~10/20/17
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