The boy smiles upwards at his father, cherub cheeks and a childish grin.
The man lifts the child onto his shoulders and mounts the tractor.
The man teaches his boy
the sustenance of Mother Earth,
her beauty and bounty of the teat
for nurturing her soil.
The boy's eyes glisten yellow from fields of maize, ears drowned by the gawking of crows.
Boy is grown, without his father.
The tractor sits untouched in a shed, cobwebbed.
He runs his hand along the dusted logo of the machine that once meant so much to his father and realizes:
it is not the tractor that makes him weep softly
onto the shed floor.