A father’s no shield for his child
I worry more now that my son is out On his own, earning a handsome salary Back east. How big the country is, and how Many ways to navigate it. He’s free To cross his streets without a father’s help — A father’s caution, practice reading the signs. And though I must admit he’s doing well, Anything could happen, and he’s still mine To fret over. Finally I understand My own father’s silence. Not uncaring, As I once thought, it’s the brave wordlessness Of love and wonder, and no little fear: Two fathers, now watching from their distance, Two sons who risk the futures they will miss.