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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=489244" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>i teach my child by G. Abad</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.<br>I teach my child<br>To survive.<br>I begin with our words, <br> The simple words first<br>And last.<br>They are hardest to learn.<br> Words like home, <br>Or friend, or to forgive.<br>These words are relations.<br>They are difficult to bear; <br>Their fruits are unseen.<br> Or words that promise<br>Or dream.<br>Words like honor, or certainty, <br>Or cheer.<br>Rarest of sound, <br>Their roots run deep; <br>These are words that aspire, <br>They cast no shade.<br> These are not words<br>To speak.<br>These are the words<br>Of which we consist, <br>Indefinite, <br>Without other ground.<br> <br>II.<br> My child<br>Is without syllables<br>To utter him, <br>Captive yet to his origin<br>In silence.<br> By every word<br>To rule his space, <br>He is released; <br>He is shaped by his speech.<br> Every act, too, <br>Is first without words.<br>There's no rehearsal<br>To adjust your deed<br>From direction of its words.<br> The words are given, <br> <br>But there's no script.<br>Their play is hidden, <br>We are their stage.<br> These are the words <br>That offer to our care<br>Both sky and earth, <br> These same words<br>That may elude our acts.<br>If we speak them<br>But cannot meet their sound, <br>They strand us still<br>In our void, <br>Blank like the child<br>With the uphill silence<br>Of his words' climb.<br> And so, <br>I teach my child<br>To survive.<br>I begin with our words, <br> The simple words first<br>And last.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q>
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I teach my child
To survive.
I begin with our words, 
 The simple words first
And last.
They are hardest to learn.
 Words like home, 
Or friend, or to forgive.
These words are relations.
They are difficult to bear; 
Their fruits are unseen.
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