A Quote by Lucille Clifton on blessings, fatherhood, husbands, and motherhood
if i should enter the house and speak with my own voice, at last, about its awful furnitutre, pulling apart the covering over the dusty bodies; the randy father, the husband holding ice in his hand like a blessing, the mother bleeding into herself and the small imploding girl, i say if i should walk into that web, who will come flying after me, leaping tall buildings? you?
Source: note to clark kent
Contributed by: Zaady