RIVERWOODS POEMS: A PASSING THOUGHT

A PASSING THOUGHT

Flesh of my flesh

(As well as their father’s)

Bone of my bone

(Their father’s too)

How proud they make us

These five fine siblings,

Spouses and offspring.

We are transmuted

Translated to new

And complex persons.

What more do we ask

Than to have a share

In this chain of lifetimes

On our planet Earth.