Pushing Things a Little Further

I feared our conversation was over
and admittedly, it had become a little one way.

Earlier today, as I was sitting legs dangling
in the slate grey ocean,
waiting for a wave that would not come,
I felt a powerful bump
on the underbelly of this notepad
that has become my surfboard.

Was this an omen? A prophecy of death?
A warning not to push this any further?
Enough is enough it seemed say.
So I began to stroke with a frantic rhythm
for the safety of the shore.

But then later, dozing on the unforgiving bedroom floor,
waiting for my daughter to succumb
to the soft caress of sleep,
I whispered softly into her ear.

And I wish I could tell you how it felt.
When in reply she took her
comforter, favourite toy
and pressed them to my heart.
When she said they would make me go to sleep.