Each new thread binds us
the future to the past
the familial portal
the looking glass

We sew on a new piece
and mend up the old
tattered torn pieces
more precious than gold

We carry on with us
the plights of the past
through our ancestors stories
the old generations last

Our family, a circle
no beginning
no end
Just infinite reflections
Faces of yore
do lend
©dhoward

sabastian
mom
all of you

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