Tuesday, October 01, 2013


Today, after the news of Wendy’s accident on the Vespa, I am worrying about my children (and others I love), not because there is anything special to worry about, but I’m just in one of those maternal-worrying frames of mind

And the first part of Evangeline Paterson’s poem comes to mind….

A Wish For My Children

On this doorstep I stand

year after year

and watch you going

and think: May you not

skin your knees. May you

not catch your fingers

in car doors. May

your hearts not break.

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