For my grandchild
Born today,
There must be seasons
For childhood play.
To design a leaf house
And build snow,
To stop and smell
The flowers grow.
And swim in clear water.
Wars end today,
Friends make amends,
Today we stop
The slaughter.
There will be good air
And rich warm soil,
And moments free
From daily turmoil.
These are the dreams
I hold and ponder.
Will this child
Be the answer?
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