A Walk with my Daughter

I took my daughter for a walk that day

The sun tinted her freckles the color of fire lilies

Her hair, long and bronze

Looking at it was like staring at fire

Her hand so small, but her dreams so big

I had to ask

What do you want to be when you grow up?

I could see the sparkle in her eye and her smile turn up

Like a flower’s petals after it’s been watered

She squeezed my hand and said,
I want to be a boxer momma!

I saw the wandering eyes of many look at her and turn their nose up

You can’t be that, only boys are boxers honey

I took my daughter for a walk that day

Her hand no longer in mine

Her hair had been cut short

She masked her face in makeup

And I had to ask

What do you want to do when you grow up?

Her eyes kept looking straight

The sun barely shone through her dark dyed hair

Her answer was simple,

I do not know

I took my daughter for a walk that day

Her belly bulging from under her nurses scrubs

She caresses it like she was holding the world’s most delicate rose

Lightly sweeping her hands around it

I had to ask

What do you want to do now that you’re grown up?

I took my mother on a walk that day

The fruit of my womb walking beside us both

Her light brown locks had waves like the ocean

And her eyes held more blue than the sky would ever know

And so I asked her

What do you want to be when you grow up?

She smiled up at me and said

I want to be a racecar driver momma!

Okay my love, then you be it.

-The Breathing Poet

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