For Milana
She claps ecstatically
At the sight of our faces and the sound of our voices
“Go home and love your family”
A small child born without permission
How many other children aren’t so lucky to still
Clap so ecstatically
If everyone just loved their children like
Mother Teresa advised when they asked how to promote peace
She said,“Go home and love your family”
When she rolls in the bed and clearly says “mommy”
When she wakes in the night. I lie next to her and
She claps ecstatically at the touch of my arms
It’s so simple to make your child smile
All they want is you, so
go home and love your family
I’m setting a foundation of love for her,
So when she encounters those unlucky children
She can continue to clap ecstatically, so
“Go home and love your family.”
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