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For the New Babies

For the new babies:

I am prayin'
that the sky we know to be blue
will stay that way for you.
& I want you to know about
the grass and all its friends,
the weeds,
the in-between,
even the case for roaches; (that's right--and because it's righteous and rosy)
to respect all things that breathe.

Dearest little ones,
keep yourself tucked tightly inside
and blossom safely when it's time.
You're the tulips perched
steadily atop its stem.
You will know how to bend with the current
so to never break.
You will adjust with the pressure
so to conserve your strength
and whip back with might
and with truth beaming from your eyelids.

You will be the ones to lead us
away from hate for all that we are,
and give us light for a new age.

Jessica M. Wilson
April 2, 2020
napowrimo
National Poetry Month

Covid-19 can't kill poetry

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