(By Sil, the 20th of June, 2010)
Father’s
Words
Are
Wheels
You can borrow
For the Long Ride
In exchange of
Propulsion
You won’t
Leave
Your identity
At the gate
But you will
Have to
Build
Your own frame
With
Your own tools
He holds you close
So you can learn
That
It is manly
To cradle
He cries
So you would see
Under
Permeable skin
He is vulnerable,
But not weak.
You know
That his door
May be closed
But never locked
So enter.
In his cave of wonders
He preserves
Traces of his past
So you can
Dare
To look
Into your future.
Sunday, 20 June 2010
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