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. 

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