Monday, September 17, 2012

This lady is a genius!

Instead of Mom,
she's gonna call me Point B
because that way she knows that no matter what happens
at least she can find her way to me

and i'm gonna paint the solar system at 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,
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's hurt, here,
that cannot be fixed by band aid or poetry
so that the first time she realizes that Wonder Woman isn't coming
i'll make sure she knows that she doesnt have to wear the cape all by herself
cause 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!
ive tried!

and 'Baby,' ill tell her
'dont keep your nose up in the air like that
i know that trick
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 that she will anyway

so instead i will always keep an extra supply of chocolate and rainboots nearby
because there's no heartbreak that chocolate cant fix
- Okay, there's a few heartbreaks that chocolate cant fix
but that's what the rainboots 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 of 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 these
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 are filled with rain and you're up to your knees in disappointment
and those are the very days you have all the more reason to say Thank You
cause there's nothing more beautiful
than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline no matter how many times it is sent away

you will put the win in 'Win some, lose some'
and you will put the star in 'starting over, and over, and over'
no matter how many land mines erupt
be sure your mind lands on the beauty of this funny place called Life

and yes, on a scale from 1 to Overtrusting,
i am pretty fucking naive
but i want her to know that this world is made out of sugar
it can crumble so easily but dont be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it

'Baby,' ill tell her
'remember, your mama is a worrier
but 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 dont you ever apologize for the way your eyes refuse to stop shining

your voice is small
but dont ever stop singing
and when they finally hand you heartbreak
slip Hatred and War under your doorstep
and hand you handout on the streetcorners of Cynism and Defeat
you tell them
they really oughta meet your mother!'

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