Patchwork Quilt

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by KJ

The daughter's eyes, the smile of my son,
I wonder where these things come from.
My stringy hair, my gap-toothed grin,
did a little of my past slip in?
Is it Grandpa's wit, or auntie's love,
or does it all come from above?
I wish I knew how I came to be,
this person who is known as me.
For if I never know who I am,
how can I pass it down to them?
The things that make my children what they are,
seem to come from so far.
Away and from some distant land,
on whose ground someday I hope to stand.

©1999 KJ

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