Hannah, my world.
08/22/17
Like the most beautiful flower
growing at an inescapable pace
my Hannah is the picture of perfection.
She will grow and surpass my flawed self
she will change the world
if only with a smile.
My biggest regret will always be
time never spent with her in my arms
my eyes wetting at the thought
the sharpest of afflictions
but time is being exchanged
so she may have a better future.
I work, almost succeeding
so that she may never need to need
that everything necessary will be hers
unlike my own deprived childhood.
But maybe childhood
is meant to be deprived
where I was poor, lacking material goods
she is also poor, lacking a mother.
Nonetheless, my daughter will grow
I can only dream of the future,
maybe she will be an artist
her soul creating beauty from beauty
or maybe a woman of science
reminding the world of great things
capable of intelligent women.
My mother always told me
I'm capable of anything I set my mind to
the very same applies to my Hannah.
So as much as I lament her ageing
I look forward to seeing her bloom
into the perfect women she’s meant to be.
Like the rain pouring
may her future be flooded
with success and love.
