Friday, March 25, 2011
I'm not sure there's a word strong enough for how much I love this poem. But then, there isn't a word strong enough for how much I love my daughters, either.
Prayer for Our Daughters
by Mark Jarman
May they never be lonely at parties
Or wait for mail from people they haven't written
Or still in middle age ask God for favors
Or forbid their children things they were never forbidden.
May hatred be like a habit they never developed
And can't see the point of,
(Read the rest here, at The Writer's Almanac.)
You'll find the roundup today at A Year of Reading.