<b>Love Sorrow</b><br /><br />Love sorrow. She is yours now, and you must<br />take care of what has been<br />given. Brush her hair, help her<br />into her little coat, hold her hand,<br />especially when crossing a street. For, think,<br /><br />what if you should lose her? Then you would be<br />sorrow yourself; her drawn face, her sleeplessness<br />would be yours. Take care, touch<br />her forehead that she feel herself not so<br /><br />utterly alone. And smile, that she does not<br />altogether forget the world before the lesson.<br />Have patience in abundance. And do not<br />ever lie or ever leave her even for a moment<br /><br />by herself, which is to say, possibly, again,<br />abandoned. She is strange, mute, difficult,<br />sometimes unmanageable but, remember, she is a child.<br />And amazing things can happen. And you may see,<br /><br />as the two of you go<br />walking together in the morning light, how<br />little by little she relaxes; she looks about her;<br />she begins to grow.