In a message dated 11/25/01 2:30:53 PM, [log in to unmask] writes:
<< Bloodmothers [Love the tittle]
The phone may never ring. I may be spared
two sleepless nights. An hour under the knife.
Too late. The sample's in the lab. I'm scared.
I don't need this. Not me, a mother, wife.
I could cry off. Say I was unprepared.
On holiday. In prison. Gone to Fife
to bungee jump the Tay. I never dared
sign up to risk my skin for someone's life.
Even with my own, I never thought
of all the years to come. The bond of blood.
The child as yet unborn who may be caught
by someone's reckless impulse to do good.
Two teaspoonfuls of ancestry apart,
heredity winds ropes about the heart. [great ending - like two teaspoons of
ancestry apart - very fresh]
Terri )O( >>
Lots of soul and heart in your poem; thanks.
kol tuv, Ryfkah
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