Generation gaps

My father believed
Like his father before him
Hard work was its own reward:
Nothing worth doing came easy;
Nine counted less than the one you lost
And the clear, bright notes of your own trumpet
Were a form of noise pollution.

Of all the fears that flourished in that dusty soil
The deepest stares back from the mirror still;
But with your native music, romantic whimsy
And cheerful shrug at all tomorrows
You break the power of my ancient dread
And step into the world with easy, springing stride
Leaving behind the tattered banners
Of my own quiet rebellion.

For my daughter, who is all my greatest hopes and fondest dreams made real. I couldn’t be more proud of her. N.

4 thoughts on “Generation gaps

  1. She, together with her friends, is one of the (very few) reasons I still have to hope at all, Charles. Seems as though things are finally getting settled over on your side of the water, which is wonderful. Our descent is far from over, sadly, and seems only to be accelerating…

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