B – If I should have a Daughter
This is so authentic, moving and inspirational.
A truly beautiful poem by Sarah Kay.
Sarah’s simple but profound elegance reminds us that life can be tough, incessant and to find the beauty in that somehow.
We dedicate this to all the mothers and daughters who are on the frontline of the health care systems throughout the world fighting to beat this virus and save lives.
We are eternally grateful to all the mothers and daughters.
If I should have a Daughter,
Instead of Mom, she’s gonna call me Point B.
Because that way, she knows that no matter what happens, at least she can always find her way to me.
And I’m going to paint the solar system on the back of her hands so that she has to learn the entire universe before she can say
“Oh, I know that like the back of my hand.”
She’s gonna learn that this life will hit you, hard, in the face;
wait for you to get back up 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 Band-Aids or poetry.
So the first time she realizes that Wonder-woman isn’t coming, I’ll make sure she knows 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 keep your nose up in the air like that, I know that trick, I’ve done it a million times.
You’re 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 him.
find the boy who lit the fire in the first place to see if you can change him.
But I know that she will anyway,
so instead I’ll always keep an extra supply of chocolate and rain boats nearby, ‘cause there is no heartbreak that chocolate can’t fix.
Okay, there’s a few heartbreaks chocolate can’t fix. But that’s what the rain boots are for,
Because rain will wash away everything if you let it.
I want her to see the world through the underside of a glass bottom boat,
to look through a magnifying glass at the galaxies that exist on the pinpoint of a human mind.
because that’s how my mom taught me-
That there’ll be days like this, “There’ll be days like this my mama 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 wanna 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 are the very days you have all the more reason to say “thank you,”
Because there is nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline no matter how many times it’s swept away.
You will put the wind in win(d)some … 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 of this funny place called life.
on a scale from one to over-trusting,
I am pretty damn naive.
But I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar:
It can crumble so easily.But don’t be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it.
I’ll tell her,
remember your mama is a worrier
and your papa 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
And so do bad things
And always apologize when you’ve done something wrong but don’t you ever apologize for the way your eyes refuse 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 defeat, you tell them that
really ought to meet your mother.
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