Geraldine Moorkens Byrne

Rookie (8 November 1968 / Dublin Ireland)

Ancestor - Poem by Geraldine Moorkens Byrne

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 about Ancestor by Geraldine Moorkens Byrne

  • (5/29/2008 4:18:00 AM)

    this is amazing, it really spoke to me thank you (Report)Reply

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  • David Christopher Lacey (7/25/2006 11:55:00 AM)

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

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  • (7/25/2006 11:45:00 AM)

    Awwww.....nice!

    Preets
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 18, 2010


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