
Mapping our Hearts
my life like his was
a graph that zig zags
its pattern not
that long flat line
that marks his death
my heart and his
our genes
carried on in children grown
and grandchildren
who filled our table held our hands
as we grew older
our future rising in them
as we fell
his crooked lines
up and down
EKGs of his slow decline
pulsing of his heart
now quiet
my heart
beating alone
my life like his was
a graph that zig zags
its pattern not
that long flat line
that marks his death
my heart and his
our genes
carried on in children grown
and grandchildren
who filled our table held our hands
as we grew older
our future rising in them
as we fell
his crooked lines
up and down
EKGs of his slow decline
pulsing of his heart
now quiet
my heart
beating alone