A Single Strand of Hair...

Every once in awhile

I find a single strand of hair

that is kinky and jet black

in my long brown hair

I stare at it in wonder

at who you were

were you of Africa

or of gypsy strain?

Running around

in the blood of my name?

And sometimes I spy

a very light hair

thinking at first

the signs of old age

with closer inspection

I discover it blond…

Are you the flemish

the jewish or spanish

that I know to be running around

in the currents of my blood?

I smile at the past

hidden in the mysteries

of who I am

There is a trace of something

from the world over…

Do I have your eyes?

Your smile? Your nose?

A gesture kept immortal

Since the seed was first planted?

Of this,

I am sure

In every part of my being.

We cross paths with each other

in every single smile I meet.

You are my Eve

You have planted the first seed

nurtured and raised every generation.

you´re alive, immortal

through me, my children

for they are all yours.

That the beauty comes from within

the innermost part of my being.

Sometimes, I get a sensation

an emotion of being home

Where I´ve never been before

a whispered thank you

from the past

for bringing you back

to where your story started.

And I am left bewildered

with what that story was

hidden in the folds

of the mystery of my blood.

To honor my every mother

and my every father

being kind to my brothers

and sisters throughout the world.

I honor you Eve, with my life

each and every single one.

You, immortal, since the beginning.

I unravel my story

and the longer the string

the less there is left to tell

Retracing that strand

of a single jet black hair

Going back to the beginning

into one tiny knot

of that first tentative seed

the dream that was planted,

nurtured throughout the centuries.

Hundreds of strands of hair

maintaining connections

to the faces that disappear

into the folds of my skin

A gradual unveiling of history

opens up before my eyes

And in revolving circles

I find variety in repetition

that to go forward

you have to go back

to where you began.

And what humans forget

the genes will forever remember

We are one, We are immortal

the past, the present, the future

is in the mystery of every child´s smile…

- by Isabel Gallagher

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A Single Strand of Hair...


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