Vespers

So it comes down to this
May my children be happy
While sleeping may they be
High in the branches—
Even with rain
Our dream rain
May they be happy
With long shadows
Of poor ancestors
May they be happy
What do I wish—
Smoke of nightfall
Why shouldn’t we pray?

Author: stevekuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University View all posts by stevekuusisto