"Daddy, I love you, let me splash you with my magic",
she said, frolicking in the pool.
She held her rubber duckie,
which doubled as a pool thermometer.
In her eyes,
it was a magic wand capable of great feats.
In her mind, all things were possible.
How could I tell her that life would disappoint her,
in between the ecstasy and the pain,
and that the mementos of a happy childhood
would dissolve into days of sadness and hurt?
But, was that true, after all?
I looked into the eyes of a true lover,
whose purity was unsullied by the failures of the world.
I wondered if her true love would wash over me,
and transform the world into a magical place,
where unconditional caring was commonplace.
I turned away, so that she would not see the tears,
hoping that her time of magic would last long,
and that some of her magic would always be there
to splash over me. 