Today’s quote, chosen to coincide with birthdays and celebrations, is the opening to Yeats’ lovely poem, “A Prayer for my Daughter’.
‘Once more the storm is howling, and half hid
Under this cradle-hood and coverlid
My child sleeps on.’ —W.B. Yeats
Hopes for a child
There is a path for you, oh child of mine,
That only you will ever find,
Though we have held your hand on your first steps.
And shown you bearings, strong, compassionate and kind.
There may be stars and moons along the way,
There will certainly be sorrows, broken dreams,
And heartaches with no cure but fading layers of time.
I have no cloak that shields, with brave advice hidden in the seams,
Being of the kind who wandered here and there,
And never found the door, was never bold
Enough to force it open, or the secret of success.
But my hand you will always have, to comfort and to hold,
For though you find your wings, you will never be too old.