I watch you now in your fatherhood 

and not as the son I had, asleep in your safe 

harbour, dressed in your night-armour. 

I watch you now in your fatherhood, 

a daughter on your shoulders, 

a daughter in your arms.

I see you joining the dots, solving the puzzles. 

Some day the magic kingdom 

will have no magic left. 

But it’s too soon yet to put that weight 

on their shoulders while they’re still amazed 

by magic tricks, still playing with sand 

on sandy beaches, asking for stories 

that are far-fetched. So for now at least,

Lady Macbeth can wait in the wings, 

Antigone stay home with the Greeks.   

Two sisters playing you like an instrument.

Soon they’ll discover that beneath the waves 

there’s a Lost Atlantis, there’ll be questions 

needing honest answers….