Blood Is Thicker

A poem

Photo by Alexis Fauvet on Unsplash

I am told that blood is thicker than water

But what if

The blood in family lines have thinned
Out?

Like jealousy, backbiting
Or pure hatred passed down
Like spools of black thread
From a wheel

What if the blood is
Indeed thick
Like Sunday morning
Oatmeal. Or Thursday’s
Cold grits?

It’s better hot

What if water is the
Agent that washes
My sins,
That hears my lament
And rejoice with my gains?

What if water is my friend
Who respects me, who
Is yoked together in my trials

Nothing is thicker

Or more enduring

Than the pure rain

Of friendship

From a kismet soul

©ericajean

*Poem originally appeared on Miraquill