Inheritance

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Inheritance

Images frame frozen seconds

That never really stopped

As static smiles on the wall.

His fingers remember

First melodies here

Where touch awakens

Choruses of childhood

That leave him

Grasping for stanzas

Of mother, father, brother

Though their relics remain in this room--

The very piano, table, trinkets, toys--

Minute props with meaning

To one pilgrim with no place to pile past

Except in progeny

Existing now

Only through him.

My soul, wait in silence for God only, for my hope is from Him. He only is my rock and my salvation, my stronghold; I shall not be shaken.-Psalm 62:5-6

This blog post is part of a series of writing (Feb.-March 2014) by Tammy Fletcher Bergland sharing original poetry. tbergland.blogspot.com  

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