Blood Lines


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
arms thin –
moccasins worn
Strength came from
his soul
it cried out
reaching his

Care – who –
cares about
Today he gave his blood –
his thin legs crossed
eyes lost in time
weaker now

All they noticed –
a gauze shirt –
a graying beard –
worn moccasins,
not worn purple veins.
No one knew his name –

  1. Avatar of Linda S. Prather, Author
    Linda S. Prather, Author says

    Love the imagery and emotion this creates.

  2. Avatar of Nancy Denofio
    Nancy Denofio says

    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

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