Handprint in White Flour — Poem by Leslie McGrath

Sorry Sorry Sorry my vulnerables, my daughters
I fed you tainted vegetables, washed you in dirty water
I microwaved your formula, I swaddled you in plastic,
medicated every cough with syrups now unsanctioned.

Still, I loved you fiercely and fiercely love you now.
If mothering could be redone I’d reconsider how
I trusted in the old ways, I didn’t know the dangers
of living in the world we’ve fouled. Diabetes, cancers

are growing in the very young, even you, my children.
If I had known that health was built around a heart of wellness
this heart I would have nurtured with nature’s endless plenty.
Toward your enigmatic future with these lessons, daughters, hurry.