Their Blood Flows Through Me

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1slick_lady
Member Ascendant

since 2000-12-22

Posts 6088
standing on a shadow's lace

0 posted 2001-06-13 02:22 PM

Their Blood Flows Through Me

before me are my ancestors
laying in their eternal beds
there is my beautiful mother
thirty eight years old
my father sleeps here too
every where I look, I see my family
standing here
I am the daughter of my father
baby of my mother
woman of my own story
flowing through my veins
is the blood of these before me
the blood of nobles, professionals, a minister,
farmers, a horse thief or two, rebels,
a murderer who killed his best friend
in a three way lovers quarrel
I realize suddenly I can barely breathe
my heart starts beating in my temples
knowing their blood flows through me
they are all part of me, but am I part of them
one day many years from now
someone will stand at the foot of my bed
and I wonder, if like me now,
will their hearts skip a beat
and wonder about me

"...the rest is silence" (Hamlet) Shakespeare

[This message has been edited by 1slick_lady (edited 06-14-2001).]

ethome
Member Patricius

since 2000-05-14

Posts 11858
New Brunswick Canada

1 posted 2001-06-13 04:15 PM

It's always so very interesting to look back at the old family tree and wonder about those relatives and what they were really like. I liked your muse of this...very good!

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JLR
Senior Member

since 2001-02-04

Posts 1785

2 posted 2001-06-14 12:32 PM

The questions of a journey back in time...profoundly related!

Cpat Hair

Member Patricius

since 2001-06-05

Posts 11793

3 posted 2001-06-14 01:24 PM

As with all passings or changes..we wonder what our legacy will be...

Still as I sit
and watch in tumbling
despair the change
of beauty's grace
I must in stumbling
hopeful ways arrange
the images erased
into memories
of this small passing
as I stilly sit
with tears amassing

Interloper

Member Rara Avis

since 2000-11-06

Posts 8369
Deep in the heart

4 posted 2001-06-14 01:25 PM

You can bet on it! Well done!

Passions Voice
Member

since 2000-10-23

Posts 291
Michigan

5 posted 2001-06-14 01:50 PM

A powerful story, very well told.

Great job.

passion is life. . . ~Diana

Mother_Earth
Senior Member

since 2000-11-20

Posts 1370
1/2 year Texas & 1/2 year Michigan

6 posted 2001-06-14 08:17 PM

1 slick_lady, I wish I could remember all I have ever heard and read about my family. I can't get enough of "olden days" stories. I hope you have all of this written down for the next generations. You did a beautiful job on all the pictures you painted for our minds. ME

Sunshine

Administrator

Member Empyrean

since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

7 posted 2001-06-14 08:20 PM

This brings back a recollection of my grandmother, [who was always YOUNG at heart] who said, "don't look too far into your ancestors, as there was a pirate or two..."

Yes....it DOES take all kind to make

You

and

me

I enjoyed this! Thank you!

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