Your Legacy Must Be Both Love and Fear

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Your legacy must be both love and fear.
I know that when you died, you feared for me.
The family curse you carried in your breast
Was not a gift you wanted to pass on.

But fear of it, just like my love for you,
Must linger in my heart, unwelcome guest!
And as I weep for your too early death,
I also can hear rumblings of my own.

Ah, Mother! We are linked like paper dolls,
A line of little cutouts in a row.
I see my clearest memories in my mirror
And feel your anguish bloom beneath my breast.

For this, my love for you is more, not less.
In our misfortune there's a common grace:
For me, in that you must have grieved for me;
For you, in what you knew I'd feel for you.

Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.

Video Music: Concatenate. By Damiano Baldoni. Performed by Damiano Baldoni
at the Free Music Archive under a Creative Commons Attribution license.



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