Tuesday, July 15, 2014

The Words Of Our Fathers


What will become of

The words of our fathers


Through atmospheres of impatience

Through lives unattended

Or unexplored


What will become of

The message there repeated


Through attitudes too sure

Through expectations unmet

Through hands held together

In unexplained loss

And love


What will become of

The hope in the whisper


In a quiet room

Soft breath on his cheek

The gentle beat of a heart against his

Looking into a future



But willing to believe


What will become of

The child of the father


From the words they will not hear

Crashing against the hope

Of the other

The quiet room forgotten

The meaning somehow lost

The words that held no cost



Tony Whitford   7/15/2014