On this doorstep I stand year after year
to watch you going
and think: May you not
skin your knees. May you
not catch your fingers
in car doors. May
your hearts not break.
May tide and weather
wait for your coming
and may you grow strong
to break
all webs of my weaving.
- I quite simply just like this poem, especially the ending "may you grow strong and break all the webs of my weaving". Paterson is saying that although she wants her child(dren) to be protected from worldly dangers - she also wants them to become strong enough to explore and experience the world...
2 comments:
I just love Evangeline Paterson's poetry. Why is it out of print? surely there must be a demand for it!
Glad to have a look at this.
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