Eventually she will too big for her ducky tub
As time passes by me like the wind during a storm I am reminded of that
I watch this tiny human splashing around
As if it’s filled with happiness instead of water
Green eyes filled with wonder as the bubbles pop one by one in her tiny palm
One day she will trade her tea parties for keg parties
I will no long have to plead with her not to eat grass
but will have to beg her to eat something
She will search for what she thinks is love
And she will find it in
In some teenage boy who thinks swag is a real thing
Eventually she’ll be too big for her ducky tub
The massacre of cheerio’s in the frustration of missing her mouth
will turn into to a massacre of self-esteem that she is not society’s image of beauty
She will trade her bubble gum smile of innocences for a Charlie brown frown of reality
She will have to learn about of a different set of birds and bees
Instead of watching in awe as they fly and buzz around her.
She will no longer cry about the monsters under the bed,
But will cry about the monsters roaming the halls at school whose cruel words are like knives.
One day she will be too big for her ducky tub but that is not today.