Family Secrets

Family Secrets 1

I suppose they had no choice
But to pretend
Though sadness in their faces
Stirred a fateful potent blend

I suspect the family secrets
Never crossed their mortal lips
Except when amber liquids
Shared the night with passing ships

But still there is the fractured ink
Left neath the bottom drawer
And bones that rattle softly
When the wood creaks in the floor

Stories left untold by those
Who passed without a word
Still linger in the gentle breeze
When ere the dust is stirred


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