DISCLAIMER: The Star Trek characters are the property of Paramount Studios, Inc. This poem is copyright (c) 1977 by Toni Cardinal-Price. It was originally published in Berengaria #9, 1977.
How much older you look,
The graying hair, the wrinkled skin
And slightly trembling hand.
So frail you appear to me now
And yet, that same glint remains in your eyes
As it always has.
The understanding and willingness to learn
And to accept as your own--
The strangeness of an alien world.
Of a childhood that is best forgotten;
Of emotion wanting to embrace you
But withdrawing instead, within my shell of inhibition.
I had chosen a better way ... a logical way.
And silently you suffered.
He holds up his fingers now
And you make contact.
In his eyes a quiet reserve,
A proper politeness as he introduces you.
He is displeased with me still--
I sense it, and it disturbs me;
It has always been so.
A small boy of long ago
Who could not receive approval from him--
Or, was I seeking too much?
I tried ... I truly did try
I am sorry, Father.
The both of you standing there,
I suddenly realize how very much I want to say
What you have meant to me.
How much I...
No. This is foolishness.
To dwell on it is illogical,
So, I'll stand stiffly,
A mask of unemotion covering the pain
And I'll say quietly,
"Captain, Ambassador Sarek and his wife are my parents."