As I may never hold a Child

pine nuts and pumpkins line up 

for the nose

and the sun peaks through clouds

in play

the road ahead offers history made

to be made

meanwhile, when my heart beat comes 

to, and ends

my lineage may only ever 

continue,

in the imagination of generations 

unborn

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem had a sad tone to the words. You left me with questions. The closing lines were strong. What we leave behind. Blood or not. Is it important? Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[fatimasque]

It is a question that haunts me always, what we leave behind, and how and if we ever continue on. thank you for sharing, and i'm happy that this has left you with questions, it's what i hope to inspire most... curiousity. x