26 Sep In The Face of a Daughter or Son
In the face of a daughter or son
Is the lure of a journey begun —
As my promise of childhood wanes
Wild and wonderful lose their demesne,
And the world is the same, old stay
But we, earth’s mere children at play,
Are unable to keep it this way.
I observe of myself in their face,
Of my wife, of an innocent place;
I am helpless to hope, I will give
All I have, and have left, to have lived:
To undo all I suffered to sin,
And my daughter or son will have been
A beginning, a chance to begin.