These four walls say they are not a pink riddle Not the pink fairy tale about to happen This room’s name is daughter And the word heartfelt is not going to stop the crickets from singing her name at night Not enough to keep the window from letting in the great unknown That puts a lifeline on her palm that leads to her version of motherhood One that includes the trees and their holding up the sky’s blue nothing Includes a tattoo under one arm that says keep breathing and a room to return to when the time comes These four walls say they are not part of a dollhouse Not the safe harbor for a canopy bed This room’s name is biblical As in we need a biblical rain to water the daughters As in each daughter deserves a bird to come down and perch on her shoulder Deserves the enigma the birds will bring and she one day will become