Tonight's Poet Corner: The Descendants

The Descendants
by Belinda Roddie

You cradle an entire generation
in your arms when you hold a baby.
When she sleeps, you hope she dreams
of a better future that she can contribute
to. When he cries, it sounds like a song,
even though he may just be hungry or
need a diaper change. And as they get
bigger, you wait for the inevitable,
but the outcome surprises you every time.