To have a daughter

Know she'll be fodder
For longers, barely hanger goners, wrongers
And her right to choose what she might and I might guide her to a bad choice looking for a voice like mine.
To know she'll grow and show the world a side of her I never want to see, in womanhood freedom, always my little girl to me, defend furiously, raise liberally.
A piece of me that may flourish or wither depending on weather, whether or not I'm a saint or myself and all the other factors of nature, nurture and luck. Influence in and out of control.
A goat to blame for short comings or a shout out at a lauding. Or just a forgotten memory if I don't last long enough.