diana lynn

In Gratitude


cry with the ancestors long gone

     family we've never met

cry with them now as they cried then...

           stoking fires of wet wood

           mending what would not be fixed

           and burying their babies.

cry with them now as they once cried...

           in childbirth

           in war

           and in love.

laugh with them too,

     for the fever broke

     the baby lived

     and what was lost was found

           in the still morning 

           of yet another sunrise

           just beyond the horizon

where we now 


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