Ice cream truck for good measure

Has fled

The magic has fled the

Building

It saw the crowd

Decided to skip town

And slipped out the

Building

No one knew

What door the magic

Went through

But could feel it all

The same

There were quite a few

Jeers

A few even went so far as to

Throw things

The small minority dropped it all

And shed a few tears

The stage is empty

It’s all gone

If you think about it you will

Realize it was gone all along

Chris McQueeney    10/11/14

I am sitting hear at my x-wife's place with my children...but that gives me no excuse to not write. In fact it gives me more reason to put pen to paper so to speak. I have two children, whose pictures are at the bottom of my blog. Those two little people mean more to me than anything else in the world, literally, more than anything. The better part of a year that I was forced to be separate was amongst the worst times in my life...up there with when we lost my father. When I was allowed the privilege to be back in their life I imagined hours and hours of fun and playing. I was not wrong, there is much playing, but very little of it has to do with me other than the fact of my prescience. I don't have to be exciting, I just have to be here...that is part of being a parent, just being there. In the long run they will remember me being there most of all. It doesn't hurt if there is an icecream truck thrown in there for good measure..............