On Broad Shoulders By Kyev Tatum, Sr.

 

On Broad Shoulders

By Kyev Tatum, Sr.

Amidst the march, the crowd so vast,

Steps echoed tales of the future and past.

Drums of justice, songs of grace,

A sea of hope in this sacred space.

Young Jacob-Paul, with eyes so wide,

Struggled to see the dreamers stride.

“Daddy,” he said, with a voice so clear,

“Lift me up; I want to be near.”

With a gentle smile and a mighty lift,

Kyev gave his son a father’s gift.

Upon his shoulders, broad and strong,

Jacob-Paul rose to where dreams belong.

From that height, the boy could see,

A world united in harmony.

His heart swelled proud, his spirit soared,

As he glimpsed the hope they all marched toward.

The San Marcos sun cast its golden rays,

Capturing history in those tender days.

A photograph, a symbol, a truth unfurled,

A father’s love shaping his son’s world.

For every father dreams their children might rise,

Higher than mountains, to touch the skies.

To see what’s coming, to lead the way,

To shine tomorrow from yesterday.

And so, on shoulders broad and true,

Jacob-Paul glimpsed a vision new.

His father’s strength, a bridge, a start,

Built from love and a dream-filled heart.

In the march for justice, amidst the throng,

A child saw the place where he belongs.

Kyev knew as he carried his son that day,

His dreams would live on, come what may.