mjj (flemmings) wrote,
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flemmings

Rainy Sunday thought

Those online question memes often ask a variant on 'What did you want to be when you grew up?' I never /wanted/ to be anything but this is what I thought I would be:

Helga

The wishes on this child's mouth
Came like snow on marsh cranberries;
The tamarack kept something for her;
The wind is ready to help her shoes.
The north has loved her; she will be
A grandmother feeding geese on frosty
Mornings; she will understand
Early snow on the cranberries
Better and better then.

Sandburg wrote a poem for each of his three daughters. This was for the youngest, published when she was two. Prophetic, in the event: she was the only one who married and had children, and devoted herself to animals.
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