Dear Daughter, A Spoken Word Poem

Dedicated to our baby girl Willow Grace and new dads and daughters everywhere.

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By Kurt Peloquin, May 15, 2019

They say you’re never ready to become a parent and I think that’s true. We did the math and it didn’t quite add up: Two artists living in New York City + climate change + petty politicians + the loss of our independence = maybe not. But, we’re risk takers, so we rolled the dice and before she arrived, we readied ourselves by writing her a letter.

“The pain and the pleasure, they are buried treasure, so get your hands dirty.”

– Kurt Peloquin

This poem is that letter. It’s a message of hope amidst the fear of birthing anything new. It’s for our baby girl (now 2 weeks old), but we hope it will resonate with new parents and daughters alike.

Here is our letter to our baby girl, Willow Grace:

If you’re a new or expecting parent, or a daughter living in this complicated political climate, we’d love to hear from you. Did this resonate? Where are you struggling? Where are you finding hope?

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