The genius passed down smugly rewarding insanely unyielding,
On family endowments. If the gift acrid? You, donned backward.
For, daddy was a scientist, and mother a book-keeper,
my sisters college graduates and I a truth seeker.
The memories of Daddy and Mother who showed us so much,
the stars and the Heavens and the road to eternal life.
Because the genius smug and often insane.
And the civil casualties such a shame…
So, the gift of blood held treasures to be,
a gift, a mantle, a portion for thee
and if used well my inherited three,
Elysia, Joel and Jacob; are ye
who may choose wisely or may choose not,
but the gift of blood is all that I got.
It is up to you three to charge the blood
To make a talent or a challenged drudge
And if you find the tasks it too great.
Than remember that Grand Ma Mas’ watching how you steer your fate.
*Note: Grand Ma Ma’ (French pronunciation)
Bonnie Jennings 11/1/2011