A Toast for Tomorrow

Jill Turner
Dec 16, 2025
1 min read

Updated: Dec 18, 2025

[Echoes of a Georgian/ Ukrainian Toast heard at a Community Meal at Victoria Park Community Centre. Published by WA Poets in Creatrix 70 September 2025. ]

May we plant trees for our children-

that grow deep roots to keep them steady in the earth.

May we give them wings that lift

them to branches high.

May they be better than

folks who have gone before-

kinder, fairer, freer, more loving.

More forgiving.

May they hear the hum of the Universe, have their curiosity

ignited and imagine new possibilities-

where there were none.

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