Margaret Magnus
------------------------------------------



my children
whisper their thoughts
my children

they have small shoes
and patter through their home
in differing directions

left and then right
they know which way to go

who is to say
to what brotherhood
they owe allegiance
by whose logic
the old order
is scattered in their wake

No! No!
they say
and then whisper in my ear
in their mystical tongue

surely they speak of trust
and little feet

(Written in 1995)