Ancestor Poem by Geraldine Moorkens Byrne

Ancestor

Rating: 5.0


If I should die tonight
and my bones laid in the earth
would my voice not be the wind
and the sun my smile?
I am the blood in your veins;
all the lives I have lived
have been, in this way,
transmuted to new life
flowing from your heart to mine.
I am the beat of the Bodhrán
and the touch of the line on water
I am the thought unbidden
the instinct that springs -
If you listen not to me,
then you ignore yourself,
and silence your own voice.
I am the string plucked,
the note quivering
the dream sung by voices
you remember from your cradle.
I am the silent watch of the nights
and the first breath of morning
because you carry me always in your heart

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sara Curran 29 May 2008

this is amazing, it really spoke to me thank you

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A fine piece of poetry with a well thought out and honest philosophy, I enjoyed reading this, very thought provoking.

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Preeti - is here! 25 July 2006

Awwww.....nice! Preets

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Geraldine Moorkens Byrne

Geraldine Moorkens Byrne

Dublin Ireland
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