TO SONS AND DAUGHTERS AND FATHERS FAR AWAY

NAMESAKE

And I won't be there

when disconsolate

you'll cry

Because

you pinched your hand

or

playing ball

got hit, got hurt

or things didn't go... 

so well

Neither will I exult with you, your wins

or soothe the pain of your defeats

While others turn and find someone

to share with them their joys

or feel the pains

you'll be alone

I will be gone

And I won't be there to counsel

and prevent slips

in your adolescent years

that might result in walls and chains 

and adult tears

Arrows that soar

from miles away

unerring, find my heart

In sleep, I dream

of shielding you from all

Instead, I lie awake

and feel you from afar.