Last weekend with grandkids in tow, my daughters and I traveled to Mississippi to see my parents. Mom celebrated her 85th birthday on Friday. We had an amazing dinner together, all four generations.
Over at Ethical ELA, it’s Open Write time. Denise Krebs posted a prompt that pushed me to write a poem for my father. Her poem prompt was based on Langston Hughes’s poem I Dream a World.
He Dreams a World
(for my father, John Gibson)He dreamed a world where hope
would be our North Star guide,
a world where we could care,
embrace each other’s side.But dreams read daily news
on print as small as stars.
His weathered hands held fast
so futures could be ours.Today he watches them
Margaret Simon, after Langston Hughes
and wonders where they’ll go,
more treasures to be found
and promises of hope.
Reflections on the Teche 
I always enjoy your poetry!!! Thank you for this one…and that beautiful photo at the top! I hope you’ve framed that one. 🙂
Oh, Margaret, your poem comes even more alive with these beautiful photos. That last stanza of him watching them is there in color. And like Debbie pointed it out, too, that photo with Stella is priceless. I love this post and that you were able to have four generations together.
More treasures and promises of hope! The new generation brings us to this. And I love the image of his weathered hands holding fast. Lovely poem, Margaret!
So lovely! Ruth, thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com
What a lovely poetry and those pictures are amazingly fit in. Thank you for an insight to the love in your family.
P. S: Happy Father’s Day to Great Grand Pop🤗
Margaret, I love your precious photos. Stella looking up at Grandpa is pure joy. Your beautiful and loving poem is a great tribute to your father and the children’s great-grandfather. Congratulations on four generations together! Thank you for sharing and your inspiration.