Treasure Island

Jackie Allen


Holding On


From a desecrated heart described, stained
the door locked shut, alas, family tree~
family name known, alas.... nothing else.

They buried between the pages of time
long lost, so too the ones that gave shelter,
save the cost of all the years, of my tears.

Who lies there, cold like graveyard, dust to dust,
names, dates, symbols, signs, identity lost?
O, may I not stumble in search of truth.

Would that I could but hold to bleeding heart
a name, a picture, inscribed on a tree,
a leaf among leaves, one that begat me.

Submitted: Wednesday, June 26, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, June 26, 2013
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Inspired by one who is now ninety, and who was orphaned as a young child.

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