Shapes in My Taleidoscope
Cory falls asleep quickly after a day of walking downtown, visiting nurseries, learning to swim, planting flowers, and missing Papa (who is at a Giants game for the day). Fisher does not.
F (in the dark, lying on Daddy’s left arm while Cory sleeps on Daddy’s right): Daddy, will you be 100 some day?
D: I hope so, Fisher.
F: You are going to be so big then, Daddy.
D: Well, I won’t keep growing, Fisher. I’m done growing. I’ll just get older.
F: Daddy, what do angels do?
D: I don’t know, Fisher. Hopefully, they spend their time trying to help those they loved when they were alive.
F: Angels are so powerful. (Moving his arm up and down.) Maybe they are helping me to move my arm like this.
D: Maybe, Fisher. Maybe.
Daddy sings “My Favorite Things” while Fisher plays with the kaleidoscope that Uncle Chris gave him that day.
D (rhythm slowed to a lullaby): Girls in white dresses…with blue satin sashes…
F (looking into the kaleidoscope): Daddy, I can’t see the shapes anymore.
D: That’s because it’s dark in here. Do you think the shapes are still there?
D: Snowflakes that stay on my…
F: Maybe angels are like those shapes in my taleidoscope. I can’t see them, but they are still there, right?
D (hugging him a little tighter): That’s a good way to look at it, Fisher. And those shapes in your taleidoscope are so beautiful, Fisher.
F (hugging back): Daddy, you are so pretty. You are prettier than me.
D: Thanks, Fisher, but I am not anywhere near as handsome as you are. You are my best boy, Fisher.
F: And you are my best Daddy.