I keep waiting for the day when you're old enough
    to hear our story_
I wasn't there to to tell you why I love you so much.
You appeared on this earth shortly after I said,
    "No, I'm not ready to have any kids yet."
    To your Mom.
For that, you will always be my Little Angel.
I took myself out of your world because
    I can't _*_%_^--=_ stand your Mom.
I tried to tolerate her to get close to you.
    But my brain frazzled like beacon in a hot skillet
    everytime we met.
I already know that, once you read this,
    you will hate me for dissin' you & your Mom.
I know she is your only source of intimate contact.
    And you will hate me for the next 2 to 4 years coming up.
After that, I shall await to see you again.
    To hold you close again.
To tumble and roll and slide down a big grassy hill together.
I shall listen, again, while you tell me
    about your entire doll collection.
    All the crazy alien guys at school who bug you.
    And all of your favorite TV shows.
And as you nap under the hazy afternoon sun next to me,
    I will weep away the tears and years
    that separated me from you, and that
    twice you asked me to be your Father.

    Hello Phaelan.