The Broken Chain

Behind a newspaper, only visible from knees to feet,
responding with a grunt to the cry of 'Look Daddy!'
as the child places another brick on the tower;
telling him what not to do, how to behave;
demanding that he cease his crying, calm his fury,
be a man – bewildered by such weakness;
ordering to bed on the dot of seven with a firm 'Goodnight';
assuming, without thought, the role his father had played,
because father's father had played it.
This chain has to be broken – must be!
Down on the carpet, insinuated between the furniture,
repeating with delight the cry of 'Well done!'
as the child places yet another piece in the jigsaw;
offering options, guiding behaviour;
soothing hurt, wiping away tears, giving comfort –
understanding of childhood distress;
luring upstairs with the promise of a bedtime story;
adopting, after reflection, a role far different
from that of his father.
The chain is at last broken – praise be!

Helen Bellamy Helen Bellamy is a SOF trustee.