If I ever have a daughter.
I would tell her that she will be okay even if
It seems that the world is ending.
I would tell her not to try and carry it on her shoulders
Or to give someone else a turn.
I would tell her to stay away from smoke
but know that she wont
and that she will get burned.
That’s how life is, I think
Or maybe that’s how we are.
Watching from afar but yet
All too involved.
She will, maybe, at times be somewhat infested
With dreams, hopes, ideas unfamiliar.
Past my time.
But I’ll sit and smile, smile and agree
If that’s what she needs
What she needs me to be.
We can do this. Together. I love her already.
Think of all of the things she could be!
Smart, funny, caring, care-free.
Lazy. Difficult. Stubborn.
But it doesn’t matter yet. I love her no matter what.
I’ll point her to the stars, the heavens, the artists, the scientists.
I’ll say “this is what you can be, if only you try at it”.
I’ll teach her what I can, but she’ll know more than me.
Quickly. Undoubtedly. I want her to be
Wise, intelligent, to know more than me.
But most of all she will know
That I am her point B.
Wherever she, whatever she is doing
if she needs
if she needs me
I'll be there.