A Father Worries About the Future of His Daughter
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Will our daughter have my eyes?
Will she have your flowing hair?
Will she refuse, like me,
To look at the stars,
In fear of being nowhere?
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Will she, like you, want to run away?
Will she, like me, stay put?
When she sees a field,
On a summer day,
Will she, like you, go barefoot?
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Will she fear the loss of innocence?
Will she live in my despair?
Will she never learn,
Like me, to use,
A stupid Punnett Square?
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Does our daughter have your laugh?
Does she have mine? Does she snore?
What will be,
Her dying wish,
In eighty years, or more?
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Who will she take after? Who will she be?
Where will she get her skill?
Yes, okay,
Don’t tell me again,
I know she’s adopted, but still…
Photo by Eden, Janine and Jim