Welcome to the world, baby girl.
I can tell by how you’re wiggling your tiny fingers
that you won’t be able to keep them still in the future
no matter how hard you try.
A painter, a writer, perhaps?
I can tell by your big blue eyes
that you will be breaking hearts left and right
because those eyes are so deep
that all the boys will be so lost in them
that they won’t realize there is no way out until it’s too late.
You are giggling and smiling already.
You’re a happy one, aren’t you?
Mommy’s comforting arms around you will only go so far, my darling.
You’re going to have to find your own, and find ‘em quick
because your pretty little smile tells me
that you aren’t prepared to find out how ugly the world is.
Your pretty little hands
do not know the harm they will be capable of doing.
Your pretty little heart
doesn’t know how many times it will be broken.
Your pretty little mind
doesn’t know how far it will be from the breaking point.
And your pretty little lungs
don’t know that they will stop breathing by your 18th birthday.