A poem about generations of family and the emotional ties that connect them.

Eyes of firstborn

Holding firstborn

We are tangled up now

In each other.

 

Little girl

Holding–little girl

Whose eyes are melting

Mine or yours?

 

We are tangled up now

In each other.

 Love is the journey

We walk together

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  • Kate Smedley on Mar 15, 2009

    That is so true! Lovely emotion in this.

  • postpunkpixie on Mar 15, 2009

    Lovely. Reminds me of a photo my mum has of my great grandmother holding my baby sister.

  • payge on Mar 15, 2009

    I am the oldest of 9 brothers and sisters ,2 moms and 2 dads and loves it.My first born daughter is 29 and looks a great deal like her mother.I still remember holding her soon after she was born,knowing this small soul and me was forever linked.Liked what you had written.

  • rutherfranc on Mar 15, 2009

    so sweet.. nothing like hoding somebody connected to your being..

  • Christine Ramsay on Mar 16, 2009

    Such true words. I just wish I could hold my little grandson in Japan. My family is flung across the world, but through the marvels of technology I can have them in my living room at the click of a button. Lovely work.

    Christine

  • QuinMonty86 on Mar 16, 2009

    Made me miss my grandkids in Texas.

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