An examination of genetics

[saitaina]

Originally published at Memoirs of a Nobody. You can comment here or there.

I was looking through my writing files recently and came across something intresting. Those who visit this journal over the years know I write poetry.

What some don’t know, is once upon a time, so did my mother. Some of her poems were given to me with her permission to be published along with mine (under my name though I have never taken credit for any of them).

While reading over these files I have discovered that my mother and I often touched the same subjects, and often had the same views. And while our styles at times are diffrent (I’ve had to clean up one of her poems, it was abstract at best), they are intwined and show just how close talent can be, even seperated by diffrent lives.

As I found this amusing, I thought I would share a few pieces with you. Hopefully you will enjoy them.

The author’s of the pieces are under the last cut, at the bottom of the page, so read the words first, and then decide who wrote them before looking…an amusing little game for yourself.

Friends end, and in your arms and hands,
You feel like you are pulling in a line,
No longer attached to anything.

Their names come up in conversation,
Or apper suddenly at the bottom of a drawer,
Leaving you to exaimain their lives in a tear.

Magnified, like a drop of pond water,
As it rolls across the envelope in your hand

The ink flowing again after the years,
Frozen in a name,
Thawed by the nostalgia of a postmark,
The sun of that place is now
Just another star in an unfinished constellation.

Mories, faded pictures of times
long since swept away by the wind.

Bitter hopes, memories that died,
leaving twisted, straingling hearts in it’s wake.
;

Love lorn tears slipping down blank,
un-reconizable faces.

Time passes and never heals.
Love slips away, never enough.
Little girls grow up and forget.

Best friends, forgotten names,
Faded photos of a long ago day.

If you are going to love me,
love me now,
while I can know the sweet and tender feelings.
Which from true emotion flow.
Love me now.
While I am living,
Do not wait till I am gone and then
Have it chiseled into marble,
Sweet words on ice-cold stone.

If you have tender thoughts of me, Tell me know.
If you wait until I am sleeping,
Never to awaken,
There will be death between us,
And I will not hear them.
So if you love me even a little bit,
Let me know while I am living
So I can treasure it.

I would give you,
the stars in the heavens.
If only you would,
ask it of me.

I would give you
the earth beneath us.
If only you would,
require it of me.

I would give you
the blood in my body.
If only you would,
desire it of me.

I would give you,
all of my life.
If only you would,
want it of me.

I would give you,
my very death.
If only you would,
take it from me.

I would give you,
all of my love.
If only you would,
need it from me.

“Lost Friend”-Mum
“Best Friends”-Me
“The Time is Now”-Mum
“Give to You”-Me