Category Family

Lineage – dVerse Open Link Week 115

freyathewriter 31 Comments

Here’s my latest entry into the dVerse Open Link – why not take a look at everyone else’s wonderful responses?

This piece is in honour of family – mine, yours, past, present and future. I’m a September baby, as was my dad. Autumn is my favourite season, it’s my season, my family season. For me, it’s a time of looking forward and back. I hope you enjoy my short but hopefully sweet piece.

*****

– Lineage –

I trace the lines from me to you
The DNA meanders through
the decades separating us
Reflected in our eyes.

I trace the names repeatedly
The warp and weft of history
binds us closely, centuries old
Hearts linked across the years.

I trace the lines around your eyes
The crooked smile points to the ties
that show us to be family
Connected for all time.

Trace your future to my past
The generations move so fast
Enjoy your life, be proud, be strong
Your history lives in you.

We Are Family – Alastair’s Photo Fiction

freyathewriter 11 Comments

Here is my offering for Alastair’s Photo Fiction this week, inspired by the photo below.  Why not take part? And why not visit his photography and writing blog to take a look at his other photos…?

Copyright - A Mixed Bag

Copyright – A Mixed Bag

– We Are Family –

“There’s a pike in there you know. It’s got really sharp teeth!”

I rolled my eyes over my little sister’s head as she giggled, grasping Dad tightly around the waist. He winked at me, as I knew he would.

“How big is it, Daddy?”

“Ooooh!” He gripped his pipe between his teeth, screwing up his eyes against the tendrils of smoke curling around his head.  He stretched his arms wide. “It must be this big by now – it’s very, very old!”

“And very, very hungry!” I chimed in, unable to resist joining him on the joke.

Sadie peeked at me from underneath her heavy fringe, eyes sparkling and a grin forming like sun winking from behind the clouds. She poked Dad in the stomach. “Da-ad! You’re teasing me again!”

He picked her up, swinging her high above his head. He let go, and she squealed, excited, yet knowing she was safe. He caught her mid-air, pulling her close to his chest with one arm, enveloping me with the other.

“That’s because I love you. Both of you.”

Reflections – dVerse Form for All: Ballads

freyathewriter 26 Comments

– Reflections –

Mists hang low in valleys soft
The sun suspended, brings the dawn
Creatures stir, send sighs aloft
Fields jewel-encrusted, sparkle

Nature’s joys in sharp relief
To inner turmoil, loss and pain
My heart it trembles, not with grief
But contentment, long-awaited

I see the beauty through Dad’s eyes
His artist’s gift, perception
My heart it lifts, my own sunrise
His smile in mine reflected.

*****

This is in honour of my dad, who we lost this summer too soon for Autumn’s mists.  He championed Nature in his work, and his art.

Thank you, dVerse for the inspiration. Enjoy many, many more ballads here.