We are the children
Of the Blood.
We are the children
Of the same father.

Through us come
The ones from before,
And through us
Come the children ever after.

From him who came before
Comes the very blue of our eyes,
The shape of our noses,
The way we laugh, the way we speak.

From him who came before
Comes our home, our families,
Our children, our God,
For we are one blood.

Though we look to the future,
We can always find him
There, in our past,
For we are one blood.

It doesn't matter if we stay
Or go far, far away...
His voice calls us always home,
For we are one blood.

Written for the eight sons and daughters of Mirabeau, my Grandfather, and all his descendants

Scarlett Treat

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