Look,
one day,
it’s all
going to happen
to you.
You’ll wake up one morning
and skin your knee
for the
very first time.
You’ll jump
into your best friend’s
pool
in the middle
of winter
just to feel the
cold.
You’ll fall asleep
drunk
in someone’s
backyard
on cheap *****
that sticks
to your fingers
like pancake syrup,
and burns
like the hell
you’ll feel
the first time
you realize
he doesn’t love you
back.
Your life
will be full
of
laughter
and
heartache
and
temper tantrums
from not getting your way
at 5
and age 25.
But baby girl,
if you’re lucky,
and since you’re
your mother’s daughter,
you will be,
your life will be bursting
at the seams
with all the stars
shores
and peanut butter cups
your little body
can hold.
Maybe you’ll
grow up
and save
the world.
Maybe
you’ll slam
your car door
when you leave
and break my
heart.
Or maybe you’ll be
like me,
awake at all hours
writing down words
for someone
who doesn’t yet
exist.
But no matter
which path
you choose,
know that
I’ll always
be at the end of it
waiting for you
with sweets
and bandaids
in hand.
I’m not sure if I particularly want kids.
But if I’m lucky enough to be chosen as a momma, this one is for you, my love.
