In the beginning

In the beginning

I recall

My name

Engraved

on the basement rail

Our name on stone.

In the beginning,

The story

never fully told.

Father, two sons.

A mother

Who runs.

Wherever did the spirit go.

Together,

Is a lost memory.

A wandering stream

Sometimes

Flowing back

With some part of me-

It leaves.

Strike a match

In dim light,

Our faces flicker

Warm and bright.

Who we were

Then

who we are,

Who are we.

As it was in the beginning,

So it is now,

Never fully knowing.

Part

Family blood

And soul.

Distilled in time

Suspended within

Serogenic

formaldehyde.

cobwebs cover

Home.

I hold a solitary string

..Haven’t found a way

to weave

All the broken ends into

The story of

Our Family.