G-Poppa-O

G-Poppa-O.. ! I'm gonna be one..! Wow. Honestly, I had started thinking it would never be, that is until after I had passed. None of my kids seemed "eager" or enthusiastic about parenthood. It was that way right up to the point where my oldest daughter told me that she was pregnant. Now things have changed. Now I must think about ways to spoil the little rascal - he or she - that doesn't matter, it's payback time at last! Seriously, proud doesn't come close to the feeling inside. There is a historical component now to my deeper self. One I do not remember ever demanding such attention before. One that is tying another knot in the twine that runs through my entire family. It is absolutely sublime.

All apologies.

The deepest, darkest, farthest reaches of my soul feel like they've been set ablaze and are rapidly burning to ash. Tears and ashes don't mix well. A special bond is formed that encapsulates time. Freezing forever the only heat this heart has ever known. The only things we all have to draw upon are things that happened in the past. As much as we would like to, we cannot draw from our future experiences when composing anything - thoughts, music, promises, excuses. I feel like apologizing to the future. Apologizing for the lame excuse of a life I have been living. Like saying I was sorry ever fixed anything... yeah, right. But, I'm sorry.