Braver than Dad

My daughter is still an infant. I've been alternating between fear and sorrow, wondering how I would get on were my children victims of similar violence, and hope, that my daughter might one day be as brave as this woman.

I’ve had a daughter now for many days.
I’ve been afraid a while now – a crash,
An accident, or violence, a rash
Decision in the future, or the ways
That people could undo her – any love,
Or bitter, bigger child, or a loss
Involving any friend.  The very cross
Of early fatherhood’s unworthy of
Too serious attention – that, at least,
When it’s aside a pain I couldn’t bear,
And fear so well, I rather wouldn’t care.
It’s easier, ignored.  But if, released
To death, and leaving mom and dad behind,
I’d hope she were as brave, and good, and kind.