Upon catching up with my blog-reading after the breathtaking back and forth scores in SuperBowl XLII, I found a poem at Clara's Window, and she linked to Trees up, Roots Down, and it went on and on.
For My Daughter in Reply to a Question
David Ignatow
We're not going to die,
we'll find a way.
We'll breathe deeply
and eat carefuly.
We'll think always on life.
There'll be no fading for you or for me.
We'll be the first
and we'll not laugh at ourselves ever
and your children will be my grandchildren.
Nothing will have changed
except by addition.
There'll never be another as you
and never another as I.
No one ever will confuse you
nor confuse me with another.
We will not be forgotten and passed over
and buried under the births and deaths to come.
I'd have said the same to my son.
2 comments:
Beautiful. Thank you.
Why would you have said that to your son?
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