Friday 16 December 2011

Blood of my blood

Though we have walked seemingly alone
we carry the blood of those who came before
The unseen torch of survival
Handed silently from mother to child
We have traveled forward with surety
Pools of light on the road ahead 
The ground under foot has been paved
With the dreams and courage, suffering and tears
Triumph’s hard won
Failures from which wisdom was born 
These things gifted to us when first we drew breath
And now we the guardians, 
The ones who shall add both pain and glory
Whos heads shall be bowed with gratitude
As the flame moves from our hands to the next
Then you and I shall take our rest
We shall watch as the light moves forward 
As our daughters dance holding high the torches
And we shall lean against one another
As we have always done

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