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If i could have a daughter,
instead of Mom
she's going to call me "Point B."
because that way she knows that no matter what happens at least you can
always find her way to me.
And, I'm gonna paint the solar system on the backs of our hands so she has to
learn the entire universe before she can say, "Oh, I know that like the back of my hand."
And she is going to learn that this life will hit you hard in the face, wait for
you to get back up just so it can kick you in the stomach... but getting the wind
knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the
taste of air.
There is hurt, here,
that cannot be fixed by bandaids or poetry. So the first time she realizes that
Wonder Woman isn't coming
I'll make sure she no she doesn't have to wear the cape all by herself because
no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands
will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal.
Believe me.
I've tried.
"And baby", I'll tell her, "don't stick your nose up in the air like that. I know
that trick. I've done in a million times you are just smelling for smoke so you
can follow the trail back to a burning house, so you can find the boy
who lost everything in the fire, to see if you can save them.
Or else, find the boy who lit the fire in the first place to see if you can change him."
But i know she will anyway, so instead I'll always keep an extra supply of chocolate
and rain boots nearby because there is no heartbreak that chocolate can't fix.
Okay there's a few heart breaks that chocolate can't fix. That that's what the
rain boots are for. Because rain will wash away everything if you let it.
I want her to look at the world
through the underside of a glass bottom boat. To look through a microscope at the
galaxies that exists on the pinpoint of the human mind because that's the way my mom taught me.
That they'll be days like. ♫ There'll be days like this, my momma said. ♫
When you open your hands to catch and wind up with only blisters and bruises.
When you step out of the phone booth and try to fly and the very people you want to save
are the ones standing on your cape.
When your boots will fill with rain and you'll be up to your knees in
disappointment and those has a very days you have all the more reason to say...
Thank You!
Because there's nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop
kissing the shoreline no matter how many times it sent away
You will put the wind in winsome, lose some.
You will put the star in starting over, and over. And no matter how many
land mines erupt in a minute, be sure your mind lands on the beauty this funny
place called life. And yes on a scale from one to over trusting
I am pretty damn naive but I want her to know that this world as made out of sugar.
It can crumble so easily but don't be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it
"Baby," I'll tell her, "remember, your momma is a worrier, and your poppa is a warrior,
and you are the girl with small hands and big eyes who never stops asking for more."
Remember that good things come in threes
so do bad things.
And always apologies and you've done something wrong. But don't you ever
apologize for the way your eyes refused to stop shining. Your voice is small but
don't ever stop singing. And when they finally hand you a heartache
when they slip war and hatred under your door and offer you handouts on street
corners of cynicism and defeats, you tell them they really ought to meet your mother