Prayer for My Imaginary Son

Your world won't be my world, nor could it be,
        For circumstances alter through the years
                And history won't quite repeat again,
Though hunger, war, and suffering you'll see
        Aplenty—any world that's real endures
                These evil things. What counts is how and when
And with how much intensity you fight
        To minimize the damage that occurs
                In adversity. That is how men
Leave their only mark. Grow strong, do right.
                        Amen.



Survivor Poetry Contest
Bonus Round Challenge #5: Children (Curtal Sonnet)