They go, in sun and wind, past standing cars
I watch their backs whom I love so
Smart and striding upright and purposeful;
The corner by the battered shop is reached
They carry each an enormous part
Of what is best on earth for me.
My sunny women, my glorious girls, and you
My darling, most principal among the fair
Thanks for yourself and our most gorgeous daughters.
The corner turned, they’ve gone and I remain
Most grateful to heaven.