a sudden visit sparks
cups of tea
chatter and remembrance
times of growth & change
spindles of familia
breathe anew
i am borne on a sunday
under a crescent shaped star
and what was once bright
has become faded
yet nothing is
jaded nor unkempt
i am my own keeper
yes, blood is thickened
by the chosen words
where written
bred out of conversational life
we have come this far
it is family, right
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I like your careful word choice...
I'm new to your site...I'm glad I found your poetry.
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"i am my own keeper
yes, blood is thickened
by the chosen words"
a beautiful poem.
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Tender and lovely, much like the Scribe who penned it. Tell 'em both they've done quite well, Gill...for you are the proof of it. 
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spindles of familia
love
an absolutely lovely poem.
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i love the third fifth and the end lines/stanzas.
and i agree with Z
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yes.
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never faded
at least not to those who love you
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xxxxxxx
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Yes, and you have risen out of your family to be a very bright star. Very good writing.
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thank you so much
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