Circadian Poems

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Sunday, December 11, 2005

Family Heirloom

Family Heirloom
By B.K. Birch

His face was swollen and red
His hands trembled until the first sip
"I'm dying my child,
it'll kill you too."
"Oh Papa, please don't,"
I begged him often,
"Save yourself,
Let go the drink."
He was too far gone
I failed to reach him
Consumed by his thirst
Destroyed by addiction
His body could not survive
He lies in eternal restI
left him with his kin
In a tranquil, wooded place
The sins of the father
Handed down with the memories
My destiny was foretold
With each drop he drank.

B.K. Birch’s publishing credits include Wildchild Publishing with two Editor's Choice Award wins, Copperfield Review, Penwomanship, Bygone Days, Mid-South Review and Emerging Women Writers. Her poetry has been published extensively in the U.S. and abroad. She also writes book reviews for Midwest Book Review and She is the founding editor and publisher of The Scruffy Dog Review. Her website is


  • At 1:01 AM, Blogger Colin said…

    I liked this one. Strong stuff, Brenda. No pun intended!


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