Friday, January 02, 2015

Holding Water

You wonder if the fight is worth
the trouble. And even when you
win, you know as sure as the earth
has cracks, tomorrow is a new
day for old battles. Victory
is a word for kids and old men.
Their stories hurt no history.
You, however, are steeped in sin.

Yet your grandfather has a voice
that wraps its truth in soft fingers.
And your son listens with a heart
that doesn’t think of fear or choice.
You are the vessel that lingers
between old ends and a new start.

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