Laughter & Sobriety

Last week-end I became my son
Stirring, Moving, Sleight wave of hand.
My memory cleared, my fondness reigned
This week my conscience came...

Last week-end, I was myself
Smiling, tearing, blindly hoping.
Glimmering, my trust it searchingly reached
And accepting; I found my speech.

This long week has seen a roll
of this and that as before.
But warmly, with tender fear, we see
Here's laughter and sobriety.

So all clichés so valiantly fought
With tooth, nail and thought
And all those truths incessantly sought
Were here, now; forever more.