Short story slam week 52: READING

I never go out with my son

When he was child, because

Finance did not permit that situation,

King is mind, saint is not my attitude.

Now I do not go out with my grandson,

It is not that finance is not felt enough

For that scope, it is still in scarcity.

Mind has a motive, I can afford it.

I discover that my grandson is waiting for

Something new, reading, writing and playing,

His young mind can marry prized motive

That can spread life like a small butterfly,

And make acquaintance with all basics

Those can bloom with creativity for new world,

But I cannot do that, his parents think

Reading, writing, playing can flourish in curriculum.

I fear trails and tails of that young mind

May travel in barbed fence, and the world

Will see a general view of that custody,

Which preserves obedience to the king.