Baby Girl

Baby Girl. I’m Sorry.

I wish I was more proud

of the world into which we bring you

I wish it was more loved, loving and unsullied

That people cherished our earth and each other

As I already cherish you, and your mother

…

Yet… there is still much I’m proud to give you

The morning sun still glimmers off an alpine lake

in just the right way as to show you that you are a part

of something beautiful and miraculous

The crescent moon still hangs — silver and slivered

Accented by the bright jewel of Venus

against a darkening sky

an invitation

a mental stepping stone

Into a great beyond — an infinite universe

almost bigger than your imagination can hold

Flowers still reach toward the spring sky

Stubborn yet patient, vibrant and alive

…

If you learn how to look

And I will teach you as best I can

Your world will be filled with a

bottomless bounty of wonder and awe

waiting for your wrapt attention

…

Though… On reflection

I cannot give you any of these treasures

(They’re not mine to give)

But, I can teach you

To make them your own

…

The world into which your mother and I bring you

Is full of frustration and pain

Injustices big and small

Some unavoidable

Some you will choose

My highest hope

Is to teach you

your greatest gift

your super power

is your own mind

And in which direction

You choose to point it