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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