Like Father, Like Son, Like Grandson
Like Father, Like Son, Like Grandson
Sydney Luna Park on a weekend. All the rides with their music going at full blast, kids running around making even more noise and … there is this serene scene: three generations of a Asian family asleep amongst all that havoc. Sweet dreams.
Three.
Male trinity.
Father, son and little one.
Engaged in rest
In rest disengaged.
But on this bench, not so.
We three are joined.
We awake unseen and there
Speak our love.
My child, my child’s child
I hold you here
Where without as men we cannot.
For out there, what is here unseen, is unseemly.
Comment by Philip Hargrave-Smith | September 17, 2008