Lullaby of a Palliative Care Doctor

I watch my daughter's face as She sleeps. Her quiet breaths, her body Heavy in my arms. The peaceful rhythm of her steady Heartbeat—a Ticking time bomb. When will tragedy Knock her—me— Down? When will grief Crush her—me— With its weight? Sometimes it is hard to Remember—to Believe— That every child does Not die. There is fear— When her? When us? Guilt— Why not her? Why not us? And joy—that Love exists that could Hurt this much.