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.