Seeing you only steps from
the trip wire of death,
your bones weary, your heart weak,
I curse the secrets in roots.
I question my womb, angry at DNA
that bled agony into your flesh.
How could I know horror had a genetic code?
Too many nightmares leaf the family tree
for me to scissor a cure, but I won't stop
trying to find a way to fix you.
©Susie Clevenger 2016
Studies are beginning to show trauma can be passed from one generation to another. Genetic Tags
Comments
How can any of us know what flaws we are passing along in our DNA? It seems to me to be the biggest gamble of one's life to have a child.
ZQ