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I regret nothing. | by lauren {elycerose}
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I regret nothing.

Prayer For My Children


I regret nothing.

My cruelties, my betrayals

of others I once thought

I loved. All the unlived

years, the unwritten

poems, the wasted nights

spent weeping and drinking.


No, I regret nothing

because what I've lived

has led me here, to this room

with its marvelous riches,

its simple wealth -

these three heads shining

beneath the Japanese lamp, laboring

over crayons and paper.

These three who love me

exactly as I am, precisely

at the center of my ill-built being.

Who rear up eagerly when I enter,

and fall down weeping when I leave.

Whose eyes are my eyes.

Hair, my hair.

Whose bodies I cover

with kisses and blankets.

Whose first meal was my own body.

Whose last, please God, I will not live

to serve, or share.


~ Kate Daniels




This is an old picture, but I read this poem the other day and it just startled me. So I had to find a picture to go with the poem, rather than the other way around.

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Taken on August 26, 2007