But i will have one
And she will be my daughter
And her eyes will be green
The way the sea looks
From a plane
And when she is tall enough
With some teeth but not all
Amd when she looks up to me
The way the sea sees the plane
I will look down to her
The way the Plane sees the sea
And i will hear her as she
Asks me "Mommy what is it like
To be a Grown up?"
I will hear her
And i will tell her the truth
Because what else would i do
I'll say it in a whisper
So maybe she won't hear me
I'll say
"Rice cakes, baby. Rice cakes."
Empty, dry,
And better on the shelf
