If a tear becomes too heavy for you alone to carry
let it break free from your soured eyes
for me to catch in blind faith as it slowly falls.
Between the love of woven fingers there it can rest
strengthened by a caring and belonging soul
for we are much more together than apart
able to endure what we cannot reason
or even what our heart refuses to acknowledge.
Know that my blood is your blood,
entwined as old life bleeds into new
so look into the eyes of your children
or a cousin whose jaw line mirrors your own,
see the faces of those who have gone before.
Death is a bitter promise to us all.
The gift of family brings immortality.
This is your truth.
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