Blood Lines
Blood Lines
It wasn’t the hair,
gauze shirt
a zipper down the back
but, his voice…
so strong –
it rattled my bones –
broke my heart
sent goosebumps
down my spine.
Who, who was he
before he turned
gray?
arms thin –
moccasins worn
Strength came from
his soul
it cried out
reaching his
nervous
system.
Care – who –
cares about
yesterday?
Today he gave his blood –
his thin legs crossed
eyes lost in time
weaker now
sharing
life.
All they noticed –
a gauze shirt –
a graying beard –
worn moccasins,
not worn purple veins.
No one knew his name –
Love the imagery and emotion this creates.
Linda, so sorry it has taken me so long to answer, I have been going back through the older posts and here you are. Thank you so much for the comment, and yes, this was a different time – as decades pass. Sincerely, Nancy