A Message to the Daughter I May Never Have
To the daughter I may never have,
I do not yet know
If I’ll ever see your face.
But I can picture you –
Freckles, glasses
And a little snub nose.
Eyes as wide as a baby doe:
Eager with inquisitive ambition
Ready to let the world take you
To wherever you may go.
Maybe you’ll have pigtail plaits,
A bob, or Rapunzel locks.
Will you be blonde like I was
Before I washed white, into my gold?
Will your cheeks blush under the summer sun’s stare –
Or perhaps you’ll be beautifully bronze
Just like my mum.
Are you wise?
Do you like books, or dolls?
Maybe everything is digital now –
Is your childhood virtual,
Like my adulthood has become?
I hope I can love you
As much as you will deserve.
Treasure you
Cherish you.
I hope I listen well when
You tell me about boys,
Girls...
Or, maybe gender’s a confusing thing.
So we’ll talk about the complexities
Of being in between.
Will we argue?
I almost guarantee it.
Will you hate me?
Probably
On the day I say:
“Your skirt’s too short,
Don’t take that tone with me”.
But know this,
I’m just trying to protect you
From the men who leer
Out of their car windows,
Leaning on the steering wheel,
Honking the horn,
Shouting their greasy obscenities.
At a girl in a skirt,
Walking to school.
Dear daughter I may never have,
I hope you stand tall.
I hope you stand proud.
Proud to be a woman,
Proud of who you are,
Proud of who I am.
Know it now, tomorrow and forever that
I will always love you,
Even if you never exist.