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Why Knot Design

BLOODLINES


I’ve never seen you but I’ve seen your son
To survive what he did he must be a chosen one
There were two presences’ there that day
One would live while the other three paid


Was it necessary that their blood be shed
Was it a christening upon his head
He hid in silent prayer he was only a boy
Blood lines that could not be destroyed


From beneath the house he crawled
To find father, mother and sister mauled
He wouldn’t forget the life they saved
With bear hands he dug their graves


Oh grandpa is this the way it was meant to be
Our people dying in our small country
You were forced to become a man that day  
Only time left to run no time left to play


And God ran right with you by your side
And in your mind he kept our family alive
Took your savior’s yoke it was yours to bare
With Armenian pride it was yours to wear


Your whole family could night die in vain
In your thoughts the family has remained
You left this world long before I grew
Leaving a wife knowing all that you knew


You died when I was too young to understand
Your genes leaving fingerprints on my hands
So many paths have been lost and left behind
As I look for the pieces they are hard to find


Oh grandpa will you always walk by my side
In the footprints that let me crawl with pride
I cried on your sleeve a babe with no shame
I cried in your shadow a man with my pain


You took to the deserts in a time not to long ago
I fled to the mountains when I needed to know
Our beliefs kept us together generations apart
Where you left off is where I must start


We have both lived our stories of the road
God bears witness of our saga to be told
I know where you sleep and where you live
I only regret I couldn’t take all you could give


Richard Joseph Yessian