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Monday, June 10, 2013

For My Daughter

Every once in a while you come across a poem or a piece that says exactly what you would want to. When S shared this poem by Sarah McMane on her FB wall, I realized that if I wanted to put together everything I would ever want to tell my daughter, this would be it. It's perfect - it covers all aspects of the individual I aspire her to be. 

So, dear Manya, if you ever are deluged by all what mommy's telling you (which you will many-a-times, because (a) mommy talks a lot, and (b) there's so much to tell), you can always read this poem to get a concise summary. Ms. McMane wrote this for her daughter, but I'd repeat it to you line by line, word for word. Love you, tonnes!

Never play the princess when you can
be the queen:
rule the kingdom, swing a scepter,
wear a crown of gold.
Don’t dance in glass slippers,
crystal carving up your toes --
be a barefoot Amazon instead,
for those shoes will surely shatter on your feet.

Never wear only pink
when you can strut in crimson red,
sweat in heather grey, and
shimmer in sky blue,
claim the golden sun upon your hair.
Colors are for everyone,
boys and girls, men and women --
be a verdant garden, the landscape of Versailles,
not a pale primrose blindly pushed aside.

Chase green dragons and one-eyed zombies,
fierce and fiery toothy monsters,
not merely lazy butterflies,
sweet and slow on summer days.
For you can tame the most brutish beasts
with your wily wits and charm,
and lizard scales feel just as smooth
as gossamer insect wings.

Tramp muddy through the house in
a purple tutu and cowboy boots.
Have a tea party in your overalls.
Build a fort of birch branches,
a zoo of Legos, a rocketship of
Queen Anne chairs and coverlets,
first stop on the moon.

Dream of dinosaurs and baby dolls,
bold brontosaurus and bookish Belle,
not Barbie on the runway or
Disney damsels in distress --
you are much too strong to play
the simpering waif.

Don a baseball cap, dance with Daddy,
paint your toenails, climb a cottonwood.
Learn to speak with both your mind and heart.
For the ground beneath will hold you, dear --
know that you are free.
And never grow a wishbone, daughter,
where your backbone ought to be.

4 comments:

  1. This is exactly what I want ...You have put it beautifully ...

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    1. isnt it perfect? i loved it too!

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  2. I loved it... Touched my heart.. Thanks for sharing

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    1. i am glad u liked it too! i loved it!

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