i wish them cramps. <br />i wish them a strange town <br />and the last tampon. <br />I wish them no 7-11. <br /> <br />i wish them one week early <br />and wearing a white skirt. <br />i wish them one week late. <br /> <br />later i wish them hot flashes <br />and clots like you <br />wouldn't believe. let the <br />flashes come when they <br />meet someone special. <br />let the clots come <br />when they want to. <br /> <br />let them think they have accepted <br />arrogance in the universe, <br />then bring them to gynecologists <br />not unlike themselves.<br /><br />Lucille Clifton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wishes-for-sons/
