blood that flows

thru my veins,

hard to live with

harder to live without.

worth the effort to protect

the cord,

like walking a tight rope.

balance is the key...

can't be all about me.

planting a seed

transplanted thru generations,

harvested with great care

encore then adore

each bairn born.

It's a miracle

some satirical

belittle the value,

let it pass by

with a big sigh.

glad I don't understand why

so precious in my mind.

can't find anything more

essential.

until my dying day

I will shield

the blood that flows

thru my veins.

 

By Lynn Hahn