A Fathers Son

"A Fathers Son"

He found his courage, at the bottom of a bottle

She found her first love, tangled beneath the golden wattle

But he was his fathers son and that bottle always won

She became his sons mother and that boy was as good as gone

Alone she was left, with a baby on her breast

He was off on the dusty horizon, where? She could never even guess

Sixteen long years she raised and she battled

But he was his fathers son and his restlessness, it rattled

Two more years would pass before he threw boot to stirrup

As he rode off to the horizon, a baby perched upon her hip

For he was his fathers son, he loved another beneath the golden wattle

But his restlessness it stirred and he never won that battle with the bottle

— Bianca Childs 2019