Kinship

At the seat of mother’s open chest,

we gather in relished audience,

scrapbook memories,

stirred and seasoned,

unfurl in warm, savored spirit,

from cherished keepsake bounds.

Enchanting tales of past deeds,

echo in family honored tradition,

as human frailties laid bare upon fertile ground,

spring forth ancestral roots, bearing life,

gently tilled then cultivated before starry young eyes.

Such shared existences,

come then fade,

but never quite dissipate,

lingering like a sweet perfume,

woven within our fabric by invisible genetic strings,

recalled in the moment of a kindred embrace.

So, my friend, reach from out of touch places,

to feel the charge of electrostatic sensation,

to feel the sigh in breadth exhaled,

to feel aura vibrations in shivering goose-bumps,

to know at this moment we can never be more alive !

Mark Trubisky

Inspired by the painting “Kinship”