I Wonder

I often wonder

You, the man who stings

If you were to have a daughter

Would that somehow change some things?

Would that awaken in you

Memories when you did great harm

Would you feel a painful shudder

As she nestles in your arm?

Would you recognize your actions

Understand your guilt

Would you promise to try harder

Tearing down what you have built?

Would you own up to your transgressions

Try and be a better man

Would you take the steps you need

To fix what you still can?

And so I’m left to wonder

You, the man who stung

Now that you have a daughter

Have the changes at last begun?