richard pierce

richard pierce

30 October 2010

From father to son, from son to father

What shall we do as we grow older?
Cantankerous – and son;
Cantankerous – and father?
Shall we laugh together again?

Love is always muted between father and son,
By the smallest things,
The most unimportant of arguments,
The largest of all questions.

Will there be that embrace,
That hug to say what’s never said?
Will there be an emptiness when either of us
Travel to opposite sides of the earth?

What shall we do, when the leaves grow pale
And memories paler, when we are both men
Of unequal strength? Will you hold my hand
When I am weak?


Richard, 30th October 2010. For Oscar, on his 18th birthday.

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