Sometimes, I get a little scared that the world will break you. Don't want you to be damaged goods like your ma. Whether i like it or not the world pushes back people. Pressure will come from everywhere. Like it or not, at some point, you'll be pushed to the edge. You'll be blown and battered by wind and water. You may come homes with broken bones, sweat and who knows how much tears will be shed.
Maybe at five, you'd come crying saying kids tease you about not having a dad..
Maybe at twelve you won't get the award for a contest you'd worked hard to prepare for...
Maybe at 14,when i ask you you'll stop sharing how your day has been, "Ew, I'm a big girl now ma"
Maybe at 18, you're in a crossroads about college and jumping into the great big out there...
It's just scary you know,
But, I also think of things that I know for certain:
No matter what, you will always have someone to go home to. Whenever you feel like it, come home.
I'll always be your advocate.
Here I am again thinking of the future that may or may not come true,
Should i take comfort in what that one song said-- 'that's how the light gets in'?