Sons and daughters follow close
in footsteps stained with tragedy
I make dull your brilliant shades
of joy and wondrous honesty
You’ll see me soon
a cool disgrace
naked in the blaze of day
my cowardice
my slow deceit
upon your limbs like brown decay
but on this morn
I’m strong and bold
a hero in your books and hymns
a face of calm
that won’t betray
my dears,
remember me this way
“The Father” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork by Sammy Slabbinck
The Show Tell Project 