Father and Son

Father and Son -

A little laughter

In his eyes -

Austere and

Refined ever as his

Son is beaming -

A strange dream

Accosts them

The father sees

Misery

Built on the backs

Of slaves – monuments

Of oppression

In Egyptian Sphinxes

And pyramids

The son sees a

Moldable earth

Of rock and sand

Racing towards it

With sheer determinism

And the foolishness

Of youth -

Father tries to hold

Him back – with the weighty

Wise words

Of warning -

But stops to

See that

Same optimum

Gleaming in his sons’ eyes -

And lets him go -

To make a world

Of his own.