A Poem for Today


They say the dead are always with us
and I see
in the body of my niece
my grandmothers posture.
My brother’s face
carries the ghost of our father–
his eyes the same blue.
The shape of a mouth
or the angle of toes,
teeth and freckles,
all familiar, familial.
Genetically, I wonder,
will my nephew
become filled with the joy
of his grandfather?
Is that laughter
encoded on his DNA?

— The Course of Our Seasons, Authorhouse Publishing, 2011

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