Clifton King Poems
- Sestina To My Daughter, And My...
- Giverny Garden The garden is raucous with yellow and ...
- Omaha Beach Normandy, France today
- San Francisco Bus Ride Across the aisle from us, a big man,...
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Sestina To My Daughter, And My Daughter's Daughter
My daughter was born in the morning,
following the sun into my heart
where I could not tell one from the other;
where love, saved and hidden away
for months could now be set free.
She, mere minutes old when I knew
what every father before me knew;
what every sunrise means to the morning
sky; why men wage war to be free.
Then, in what seemed like a heart-
beat, the school bus pulled away
that first day destined for the other
side of the world, or the other
end of the galaxy, for all I knew.
For years my child took me away
from the ...