We are Sinclairs

(We were Liars)

The perspective of Harris Sinclair- Sinclair first, grandfather second.

We are Sinclairs, bold and grand,
With ocean views and pearled sand.
We smile through loss, we do not cry,
We toast the stars and let things lie.

My daughters smiled, their husbands gone,
Their battles waged from dusk to dawn.
My daughters fought for scraps of name,
For love, for land, for pride and blame.
And I stood still, and let them tear-
Because what’s a legacy, but air?

The children came, they laughed, they lied,
They played beneath the summer tide.
But truth, like fire, will not be tamed-
And silence, too, must bear its flame.

The boys ran wild, the girls withdrew,
And I, too proud to face what’s true,
Told Cadence, “Child, forget the flame.”
But truth, like fire, forgets no name.

I fed the lie with practiced care,
While ghosts hung heavy in the air.

Cadence, child, too sharp, too wise,
With haunted steps and watchful eyes-
She asked the things we left unsaid,
She felt the weight of all our dead.

She remembered fire and the silent hounds,
The night the world made no more sounds.
As my blood burned away-
A cinder sky, a dawning grey.

Now I sit where the sea winds rot,
In halls the living long forgot.
No gold can mask the cracks beneath,
No painted wall can hide our grief.

Still I wear the Sinclair name,
A badge of honour, or of shame.
For if I drop it, who am I?
A shadow cast beneath the sky.

A father.
A liar.
A man grown old-
With nothing left but pride to hold.

And now this house, this ash, this sea,
Reminds me what it cost to be
A man who ruled with glass and stone-
And dies, at last, with none to own.

We are Sinclairs.
We do not bend.
We break in silence.
That’s the end.