It’s All Relatives…

June 21, 2013

Kinship without love is mere bone and sinew

To be ground up and tossed

Into the wind

Whose wings carry it far

Into the heavens

For God Himself to hear the cries

The grave is quiet, the eyes are closed

The heart doth not beat, silent

Is the tongue

Stiff are the hands and the feet

Words of yesteryear, cold as stone,

Yet fresh as Spring

Remember no more, yet remember true

Kinship and words, and the winds that blew

Here today, gone the same,

It all passes by

Kinship is severed for all shall die

Love given or withheld is a choosing of one

The day turns to night

And then it is done

Copyright 2013

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