A child will come to live among you,
to
claim you as guardians in tenderness,
whose
name will be a byword to you:
a
name for your hope, your joy, your
faith,
for
your caress.
Though flames
may dwindle as, during night-hours,
we
contemplate our final duress,
the
more your child will be welcome to
you:
the
name that arrived and, through your
lives,
who
never left.
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