At her Junior High School graduation, she sings alone in front of the lot of us-- her voice soprano, surprising, almost a woman's. It is the Our Father in French, the new language making her strange, out there, fully fledged and ready for anything. Sitting together -- her separated mother and father -- we can hear the racket of traffic shaking the main streets of Jersey City as she sings Deliver us from evil, and I wonder can she see me in the dark here, years from belief, on the edge of tears. It doesn't matter. She doesn't miss a beat, keeps in time, in tune, while into our common silence I whisper, Sing, love, sing your heart out! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ROSE AND THE BEE by SARA TEASDALE TO MY DEAR AND LOVING HUSBAND by ANNE BRADSTREET LOVE TO THE CHURCH by TIMOTHY DWIGHT HYMN OF TRUST by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE HAPPY LIFE OF A COUNTRY PARSON by ALEXANDER POPE A BALLADE OF LAWN TENNIS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS TO SLEEP, WHEN SICK OF A FEVER by PHILIP AYRES |