Just some piece I wrote on an impulse. Even though it’s obvious, this is inspired by Sarah Kay’s If I Should Ever Have A Daughter.

PS: Those who haven’t listened to Sarah Kay, go do now!

As I’d hold her in my arms

For the very first time

I’d etch that moment in my heart

Because the heart? It never forgets

I’d sing her a lullaby

She’ll learn that music fills all wounds eventually

And the scars that remain afterwards

They aren’t meant to be hidden

She’ll wear them proudly as battle marks

The sign of victory despite all odds

Of having a hundred percent track record of getting through each bad day

But God, I’d make sure that she never has to have a bad day

I’d stand like that tree in our backyard

Which shades us from the sun

And shields us from the rain

Anything wanting to harm her would have to cross my path first

But that doesn’t mean I’ll let her be pampered

She’d have to know that she can’t always get her way in life

Because I don’t want to see her fall when the tree in our backyard falls

Everything falls sooner or later, you see

She’d learn that when her favourite toy breaks beyond repair

That some things even music and love can’t fix

Hugs do make the pain a little less though

And talking things out over a cup of hot chocolate surely does help

I’ll teach her that “BFFs” don’t always remain forever

And forever doesn’t always have to be a long time

Gus gave Hazel forever within a number of days she’d find for herself

I think I’ll let her be one of those romancaholics if she wants to

As long as she doesn’t start dreaming about a Prince Charming of her own

My little girl will learn how everyone has to be their own Knight in Shining Armour

That when the skies break open someone might hold her hand

But no one can hold the sky for her

Neither can she hold the sky for someone else while she’s being crushed

We have to save ourselves first to even be able to just plan on saving others

An empty cup can’t pour water for others, I’ll teach her

I’ll teach her to be gentle

More to herself than others are

To not be too hard on herself

To forgive mistakes, especially her own

No one can be perfect after all

And I’ll make sure she always loves herself

I can’t let her make the same mistakes I did

I’ll make a warrior out of her, not a worrier

She’d have to learn to pick herself up each time she falls

Because she’ll know that like the tree in our backyard

One day I’d have to fall too

And no matter how many musical melodies she might whisper lovingly in my ears then

My eyes won’t be opening again no matter how much I want them to

Some things are beyond our control

Fate and Destiny

They are things greater than our will and love

But she’d have to pick herself up like I would’ve taught her to

Like I have done

Because she’d be my warrior

I’m worrier enough for both of us she’d know.