Like Father, Like Son, Like Grandson

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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.

  • Philip Hargrave-Smith

    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.

  • Philip Hargrave-Smith

    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.