Why choose,
to end a life.
Mistakes he had made,
and been forgiven.
Then came, new life,
a wife, and 2 children.
Still the demons haunted him.
The seizures, waking,
have returned again.
He tried, so hard,
To begin life, anew.
I have had dark hours too.
I know the despair felt, that day.
Luckily no access to guns, did I have,
on my day.
Others live with our choices, too.
Now two babies have no father.
The world has one more widow.
And I am a loss,
to explain, the choice.
She had told him,
The young life, had been wasted?
Or did she.
He ask momma,
Why his daughter died.
His daughter being less then 6 months.
Crib death they called, it.
No explanation, no answer.
He ask Momma,
Why.
To help you be a man.
He said I am not a man, I have not changed.
He heard, "Your daughters life's was wasted"
He then became a man, and changed.
This is the story, I heard,
as I studied,
at his table.
Two lives improved, by her short life.
Now I tell you the story.
This is the power of myth, as it becomes midrash.
