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Spirit, Breath, and Wind

I am becoming the tale teller
The myth maker, memory keeper
The eldest son of an only son of an only son
The eldest son of the eldest daughter (of only daughters)
Of an eldest son
Receiver of heirlooms, momentos, and curios
Touchstones  
Memory bound
Talismans of another's life
As I become a shaman to my clan
Walking among their spirits
Speaking of the dead to the living
A skald
Waxing poetic
On memories, old second hand stories
So many names without faces
The old ones are leaving now to join them
Remaining only in old pictures
And my stories
I wonder
Who will listen
 
I am waiting
Another in physicians care
Could go or perhaps remain
- for a while  
Or more momentos
In my world the eldest becomes a collector
Through no skill of their own
 
So I have been quietly writing stories
Written by AverageJoe (Average Joe. AJ. Joe)
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