Bill Grace - Three Hands Raised As If In Prayer*

I am grateful for a daughter. <br /> <br />Mama being sick you insist on company as a condition of sleep. <br />My hand the center of a prayer sandwhich <br />Before making a good escape. <br />Sacred trust, I am glad you did not come to me in youth. <br />Youth has too much passion and too little wisdom with which to guide it. <br /> <br />Even in sunset children are good <br />Children and a darkness not to be envied are good.<br /><br />Bill Grace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/three-hands-raised-as-if-in-prayer/