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 solar systems
on the backs of her 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's 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 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
t hat.

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.

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 heartbreaks that
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 look at the world

through the underside of a glass-
bottom boat,

to look through a microscope

at the galaxies that exist

on the pinpoint of a human mind,

because that's the way my mom
taught me.

That there'll be days like this.

♫ 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 are the 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's 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 of this funny place
called life..

And yes, on a scale from one to over-
trusting,

I am pretty **** 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.

"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

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
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 they really ought to
meet your mother.

If ever you begin
To feel safe

Cherish it.

Read verse from the big book
join groups who all seek
Gather together
at least once a week

Feel free to kneel
light candles or pray
Whatever it takes
to feel good at the end of the day

But the message seems tainted
confused over the years
Highly doubt gods plan
included wars saturated with tear

It was left open to each
to interrupt themselves
How to use the information
retained from Gods shelves.

But do I feel guilty for not joining in?
Do I agree not attending church each Sundays a sin?
No I do not, No not at all.
I'll still approach heavens gates
head held high... standing tall.

In my opinion those who should worry
Behind me in line
Are those who thought sinning, then confession
Would be just fine

No hail marys for me
I'm in no choir that sings
My resume in gods hands
Will be filled with different things

He will read of my friendship
My contribution to all
How I pick up my friends
Each time that they fall

Highlighted will be my conscience
My love for all kind.
The generosity and love
That fills my heart & my mind

I felt compelled to write this
For all living in fear
Those full of guilt
Fearful the end is near

Keep living true to yourself treat others with care
And I'll see you in heaven With nothing to fear