Had I known, for certain,
With a seen future,
Had no doubt,
Safely forewarned
Of my foreboding loss,
Of how we'd turn out,
Would I?
Knowing I'm here enduring
Hearing stories concerning
You.
Yes... I would.
Even though I sit here,
Writing silly poems,
I get it out,
I read it.
It helps.
Ah! But why Would?
Many say we failed,
But
You can't make
Teachers and scholars
From exceptional daughters
With failure.
We're merely a statistic
In family demographics
To them.
And yet,
Three girls don't add up to
Your subtraction.