I read a fine poem today, called For My Daughter in Reply to a Question, by David Ignatow. Here’s a bit:

We’re not going to die.
We’ll find a way.
We’ll breathe deeply
and eat carefully.
We’ll think always on life.

If you’d like to read the poem, go to this page at Writer’s Almanac and scroll down to the section for February 11. You can click a link there to hear Garrison Keillor read it, if you’re so inclined.