Mothers, Fathers, clasp the children by Judy Grahn
Mothers, fathers, clasp the children Mothers, fathers, clasp the children, tie them to your breast and beam like flashlights, hold the children praise them with buckets of raspberries, shiny as jelly, give them you. Show them they are green-worthy as grass in rain, lofty as kite-flying by the Bay, sharp as sunrise after an ice-storm.…