To Teach Him How to Love

"I have all women-folk!" young Danny said

When kept in after school for throwing rocks

At two small girls. Defiant-high his head,

He barked his scorn, "A female always squawks!"

Nor would he write one hundred times, I will

Not throw another rock at girls, "For that

Would be a lie." I failed with him until

I learned his "Mom" had left, and one stray cat

Was all that loved him; his embittered Dad

Fed him on hatred--When I saw him lie

Bruised in the street and heard him say, "I had

To save my cat. Teacher, I didn't try

To hit the girls," I gently smoothed his hair.

To teach this "lost lamb" how to love, my prayer.