Cigar Strong
I am my father's daughter though his name is not
my own I have outgrown it I have outgrown
him
I am his father's granddaughter and I still breathe
his mystery his secrecy his longing for what might
have been it lingers on my skin cigar strong
and I have found his hidden name the one
his grandfather pruned away
I take it back today
for him
I am my mother's daughter though my wings
have not been clipped. I wear her desires her
fires long doused now burn in me and I
live free as she might have should have
had life been kinder to her
I am my husband's wife and his strength
has made me stronger his passion
makes me long for what can be
and I am me
wearing pieces of them all culmination
of every life every breath every
whisper every moment all
woven in burrowed
deep into my skin
where they
linger
still
cigar strong
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excellent work Debra...
John
Be always safe,
Karen
Edwin
I would think that most of us are the people we love.
-gene.