Inheritance

At dverse Kim has asked us to write poem about something in us ~ body or trait ~ that was evident in either parent.

Whipcord veins
layered over
bones,
layered under
cracked
parchment skin.
Thin vice-grip
fingers, almost
perfect nails.
I have your
tiny gold
wristwatch,
engraved
cigarette case,
your family
photo albums,
your hands.

Most of all
your hands.

 

Black-out Browning No3

Sadly my copy of Robert’s poems has disintegrated which gives rise to a rather fun project for this year …..