blood that flows
thru my veins,
hard to live with
harder to live without.
worth the effort to protect
the cord,
not an easy task
like walking a tight rope.
balance is 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 know 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
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