I can see the twinkle in your green eyes
The heir to your mother's golden-brown hair
and your father's temper
Half New York City
You smell like Ponce breeze
and laugh like music en el Barrio
Your tiny hand can hardly grip my finger
But you're big enough for my heart to live in you
I can imagine the day when you ask,
"Papi, you love me?"
And I reply, "My baby, my love,
Papi loves you more than he can ever express
More than you will ever know"
I will protect you from the cuco in your closet
and the monstruo under your bed
I will be your Charlie Brown,
And your Google
Each night finds me holding you 5 minutes longer
against your mother's protests.
"You're spoiling her, Rob"
"You mean the way I spoil you?"
Your first words will sound like heaven
Your first steps will shake my foundation
Daddy's little girl will be Daddy's entire world
When you're older, mijita, I will keep you safe from the bad boys
and be tough on the good ones
I'll complain about each puppy love,
strangle each heartbreak
and beat the shit out of your first.
That's what Dad's are supposed to do, right?
Your grandmother will shout, "Ahora vas a pagar todo lo que hicistes conmigo."
My guitar, keyboard and drum playing princess
Salsa bomba plena barefoot dancing jibarita
Hip hop soul house hoop earring urban babydoll
Kisses before you sleep
Raspberries when you wake
I'll watch you splash in the tub
Help you make a mess
Play with Mami's makeup
2 feet tall tippy toe to the mirror
Lipstick smeared, pearl necklaces, a ring on each finger
Don't worry, I won't tell
Your brothers will teach you well
Jimmy to handle the art
ChuChu will cover the Beatles
Judah on the rules of the house
BenBen on how to break them
We will be a family of music
A family of laughter
A family that will not always eat together
but will always LIVE LIFE together
La mas chiquita,
The center of attention
The one we will all guide
A strong and proud Boricua you will be
Although you're not here yet
I can smell your hair
Feel your babysmooth skin
And on that day
When we hear your petite cry
as you come from your mother's womb
Starr Iraida Irizarry-Perez
We will celebrate your birthday
And the day that I'm finally and utterly complete
Copyright © 2010 by Roberto Irizarry
Saturday, February 20, 2010 at 4:38am