The Children They Have Made Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The Children They Have Made



Cleverness of growing
Things,
Taking out spindles to
Find what they need,
Making a play of their
Bodies upwards
Towards the warm pools
Floating in the air,
Becoming tall, and
Gorgeous and proud
With the airplanes
Looking down like kind
Fathers over
The children they have
Made.

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Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

Berrien Springs
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