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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Chris Bays


Unfettered Keys

To My Daughter

Are silken threads that build the stairs of cells
the coils that bear your love of family?
For you and I are more than blood that dwells
in tomes of birth and rites of destiny.
The acid rub of heritage with trust
is not a tissue test of bases –
Still, love of family needs wanderlust
to nourish memories of long lost faces.
And father's words and mother's sighs can't keep
a child we chose for love to stay at home
when Guangzhou's rivers sing to her in sleep
of times before adoption's crescent dome.
If you must go one day to China's seas,
remember our love's unfettered keys.