Holding his hands
Strong and gentle
You learned to walk
the road ahead.
Hearing his voice
Calm and soothing
You learned to dream
the world in front of you.
Hearing his stories
Of heroes and wanderers
You learned to imagine
the beginnings that are new.
Listening to his lullabies
Of justice and peace
You learned to sing
The songs of justice and equality.
In his stories
And in your stories
For your father
And for my father…
We imagine
These little boy dreams
These new imaginations
And these new stories to be told.