For having loved my parents I can swim the sea. I can breathe the air. I can eat my bread. For having loved their faces, I am alert to birds. For having loved their sadness, I am free, and for having loved their hands, I am myself. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BODY BREAKING by MARVIN BELL THE WHITE PEACOCK by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE LITTLE FIRE IN THE WOODS by HAYDEN CARRUTH WHEN I WROTE A LITTLE by HAYDEN CARRUTH TO A MOTH SEEN IN WINTER by ROBERT FROST |