My Daughter

February 2012

My daughter is possibility, she is potential cocooned and untapped
She is a perfect bundle, her blueprint written but unread
A careful consideration in the dark
She is a dropped stone in a still pool that has yet to be tossed
Ripples of impact that only she will make
The world does not yet know how it will be changed

My daughter will create her life; she will have choices
She will be raised to be grateful for that choice 
And to feel outrage for those daughters without it
Her voice will be heard and her opinions will count
Her father will bend down to listen to her thoughts
Her mother will stop to explain

My daughter is a tightly wrapped package, sweet and silent
But with every practiced breath and stretched limb
The world should brace itself
She is a storm on the horizon, a wave about to break
A gift, a contribution, an endless possibility

She will be change and creation and she has already begun