The Great Fall

There's a Polaroid from some sixty or so years ago... of a father and son in the fore ground the great Niagra Falls just beyond. A thin rail in between us as the violent black froth rushes on. Times were thin for him... scarcity of money scarcity of security scarcity of love. but he held on tightly to his cub. With a fistful of hard labor and a thimble of good luck... the burlap of our time softened to cotton puffs. Throughout his entire life the old man clung tightly to the little boy in front of every single great fall.