Today’s commonwealth service, and absence of Harry made me think of one my poems from ‘Sky Trees’
King and Son
Bound and separated by
blood, history and pride.
Knit tight with acrid
certainty of wrongs and
proved rights, mediations
softly-voiced negotiations.
Prince and Father
Alike and yet not, same
eyes set into a glint stare.
Debris of arguments fall
onto a continental drift,
half-remembered truths
part-remembered lies.
Shereen Abdallah ©
Sky Trees 2017
Bonnie Braw Press 