She Will Have Eyes Like Mine

By Derek Frazier

One day I will have a daughter.
And she will have eyes like mine.
She isn’t even born yet. She stands
at the door step of a universe
she will one day call home.
The day of her arrival too far off to estimate.

One day I will have a daughter.
And she will have eyes like mine.
They will be sapphire, and they will see
our home and the world by all its wonders.
Because she will be a child of a dreamer
who will teach her to think this way.
To see past how something looks or feels
and to focus on what makes it special.

One day I will have a daughter.
and she will have eyes like mine.
I wish she knew that although she
isn’t born yet, she is loved.
I dream of holding her. My hands curling around
her softly. Scared to hurt her but strong enough
she will know the man holding her
is her father, who will always comfort her at home,
and always protect her.

One day I will have a daughter.
And she will have eyes like mine.
I will read both her and her mother to sleep
as her cradle rests against my bedroom wall.
I will walk down the halls and through my garden
with her tiny feet atop mine as she tastes spring
for the first time.
She will be beautiful. The flowers  bought for my garden
will be pulled from a cardboard box by hands that
can barely hold crayons. Every Disney movie will
be watched exactly one hundred times
as we lounge on a hand me down sofa.

One day I will have a daughter.
And she will have eyes like mine.