If I should have a daughter

If I should have a daughter, instead of mom, shes going to 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 gonna paint the 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 shes gonna 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 if air. there is hurt, here, that can not be fixed by band aids or poetry, so the first time she learns that wonder woman isn't coming, I'll be sure she knows she doesn't have to wear the cape all by herself, cause no matter how wide you spread 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 ur nose up in the air like that, 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 anyways, so instead, I'll always keep an extra supply of chocolate, and rain boots near by, because there is no heartbreak that chocolate cant fix. Okay, theres 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 pin point of a human mind, because that's the way my mom taught me, that there'll be days like this, 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 a phone booth and try and fly and the very people you want to save are the ones standing on your cape, when your boots will fill with rain, and your up to your knees in disappointment, those are the very days you have all the more reason to say thank you, the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline no matter how many times it sent away, you will put the wind, in windsom, 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 ur mind lands on the beauty of this funny place called life, and yes, on a scale of one to over trusting I am pretty damn naive, but I want her to know that this world is made of sugar, it can crumble so easily, but don't be afraid to stick ur tongue out and taste it, but baby, I'll tell her, remember, your mama is a worrier, and 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 don't you ever apologize for the way your eyes refuse to stop shining, your voice is small, but do you ever stop singing, and when they finally hand you heartache, when they slip war and hatred under your door, and offer you hand outs on street corners, of sinisism and defeat, you tell them, that they, really outta meet, your mother.