Just a little story, as you lay across your bed. A wish from your daddy as the hidden stairway, cast its shadows, cross your heart, and then your head. As you wonder in your curiosity for the days of what’s ahead, I will tell you of all the secrets, of the life that Nancy had. Now I know that I’m a daddy, and I only know things boys do, but I must confess a secret, I’ve been looking for Nancy too. For it is that life holds mystery and puzzles all around, and I think my little lady you have a clue to look around. For the days that are a coming, hold realities and dreads, and I think you must be ready to know for certain what’s up ahead.
Now I see that you are sleeping as all nine year olds must do, but I think, I’ll keep on talking, it’s like a blessing said over you. In your blue eyes I see Nancy, that I’ve looked for all my life, not a girl who controls when angry, but a Miss who seeks the why. I know someday you’ll find your attic, and your crumbling ivy wall, and you’ll not sleep very easy, till you solve it all. You’ll seek your social standing like a princess at a ball, and a good man will come seeking, his name might be Ned, no surprise at all. Oh the world will be much darker, but you’ll raise your candle high, always looking for the password not just waiting while others sigh.
It is true my little sweetie, I have looked for Nancy too, but as I see you in your dreamscape, I think she might just be you. I would bet in all you’re dreaming, you’re on a quest to find a map, you’re not a lass to be led. For it is that a true lady is a girl until she’s old, wondering about the mystery of why it is, of all were told. And the secret of time that moves old clocks, that speeds our lives too fast, oh I promise you’ll learn to own it, those wavering shadows will not last.
It is true my little sweetie, I have looked for Nancy too, but as I see you in your dreamscape, I think she might just be you. I think she might be you.
For my Kaitlyn – 08.05.2015 – דָּנִיֵּאל