When I was a child, my mother was fond of reading stories to my
brother and I at bedtime. Among the most memorable for me were the
Uncle Remus tales of Joel Chandler Harris; in particular, the battles
between Bre'r Rabbit and Bre'r Fox.
When I've traveled somewhere so distant I cannot help her,
my very hands buried, or lost, or ash,
when I've come to the world no one returns from,
may my daughter have grown yet more brave and whip-smart