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thoughts about life
Sunday, February 11, 2007
linked by blood and history
i gaze across the crystal and the fine china
looking for ways to enter the conversation
that won't label me as alien as i feel
pretty smiles and fashionable dress
and i wonder about the connections we make
without the family tie
my children would not speak to their children
moving in separate circles
that meet around birthday cakes and turkey dinners
and yet a sly smile crosses my son's face
responding to a jibe between brothers
a male bond that crosses social boundaries
lost to the ornately decorated females beside them
reminding me of invisible bonds
that free us from the prison of our differences
i gaze across the crystal and the fine china
looking for ways to enter the conversation
that won't label me as alien as i feel
pretty smiles and fashionable dress
and i wonder about the connections we make
without the family tie
my children would not speak to their children
moving in separate circles
that meet around birthday cakes and turkey dinners
and yet a sly smile crosses my son's face
responding to a jibe between brothers
a male bond that crosses social boundaries
lost to the ornately decorated females beside them
reminding me of invisible bonds
that free us from the prison of our differences
