Ancestry

Ancestry

A Poem by Radad Ibn Nasir
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A far look from close as can be..

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Patterns of hope tie strings,

 

Chances through blood streams,

 

Lanterns that rope what brings,

 

A canvas to dub, by any means.

© 2010 Radad Ibn Nasir


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I, recently, wrote a piece called, "Crying, Wondering" about my mother's, Susie Q, piece "Our Ancestry." I, almost, believe you must have read it, already, to friend request me. Yes, looking into our history makes us understand a lot about whom we are. I understand my drive to record, even, my emotions about things happening around me. I am following in my grandmother's footsteps. We weren't a wealthy family, but rich with love. I liked your piece very much!

Posted 13 Years Ago


oh, I'm glad I stumbled upon this. tying, bonding, growing.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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a really eloquent way to describe the family blood lines..

Posted 14 Years Ago


Wow, what an eloquent, yet simple truth of all those souls that came before, and the light of the connection we'll always have.

So much power in that.

Posted 14 Years Ago


Quite a lot in a few words. This was nicely done with a command for language use that is not often seen.

Posted 14 Years Ago


It is a chance through blood streams........and a canvas filled with history.....loved your play on words, and the thought behind it.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Appreciation for ancestry.. without their often hard work and courages lives.. you would not be. Beautiful.

Posted 14 Years Ago


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Radad Ibn Nasir
Radad Ibn Nasir

Youngstown, OH



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