Son, when all this is over
you will remember there’s an entire world out there
that you have never explored,
so you will run around and meet other kids
and play tag and fill your lives with laughter,
and this house will be a home once more
instead of prison walls or some fortified tower
keeping us safe from unseen enemies.
I will knock our neighbour’s doors and stand 2 metres too close
when I hug and thank them for their songs,
I will meet strangers when I roam the healing streets
no masks will hide my smile and I won’t inch away or recoil
as if everyone is silently scheming
to steal our breaths away.
And us, we could be whole again
although I won’t be as young, nor you a boy
but we will go to the beach and I will watch you swim,
you will build a sandcastle that no storm can destroy
because you were born inside a hurricane
yet still you stand today.
So yes, when all this is over
we will walk together beneath the oak trees
and we will remember the taste of autumn leaves
falling on our hair,
and we will never again take for granted
the blessing of being human.