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.