Poetry By
Cate Cowie
Published on: 2/12/2015
Inheritance
Oh Mother, you did not leave us pearls or rings or even dollar bills, but instead a bible, prayers for spouses, and an edict to light the candles you burnt every anniversary of your mother's and sister's deaths. You named us after the stars, a prophet, and brave men and women, but alas we will not see the kingdom that you have just come into. You gave us kings and queens, godheads with wine and water, bloodshed and pain. But we wanted the world; things that tinkle, clatter and boom, swaying bodies and drunken spirits, things that swallowed our eyes and filled our hands. We wanted miracle and mystery but without final destinations.
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