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She
searches for bones of the dead
for skeletons of ancient ancestors
and
family forebears
trying to connect
the present with the past
Her
days spent in reams of
records, deeds,and census dates
searching for clues
that might bind
one name to another
a person to a family
a place to
a beginning
or to an end
The hints are ever so subtle
secrets bound
up in flowery
hard to read script
woven as delicate as embroidery
deciphered
from yellowed pages
buried in basement bins
She studies the fine print
of books
and files, rows and columns
ever in tedious labor
a
passion to solve riddles in her nature
a drive to finding the obscure
Down
dead ends and dark alleys
she travels alone, unafraid
finding pieces one
by one
her only light a candle
her glimmer of hope
She is the bone
woman
digging through hidden history
combing through graveyards
searching
for her past
She is
the master of puzzles
the seeker of buried bones.
© d.knape
March 12, 2013
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"Once Upon A Line" - Light verse and poetry by d.knape
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