I cannot help

but wonder where you are,

blood of my blood

tainted by greed and polluted

by urge to take beyond

what is reasonable…

 

…blood of my blood,

you start to fade but I hang on

to the confusions of your life

and wonder at the marvel

that could have been

instead of the path I know you found yourself

upon and to which you once said

I was to blame, that everybody

was to blame…

 

except you…

 

for the perfect start,

the love you received,

the strong guidance you were given

and the treasure bestowed on you,

blood of my blood, tainted

you make me weep in frustration

and the knowledge you have left

me alone…

…blood of my blood

for I have to think of you,

else half my memories don’t make sense,

I don’t want to find them disappearing

in the same way you did, rightfully

disowned, rejected

for the transfusion gone wrong

oh blood of my blood.

 

Ian D. Hall 2015