Sunday, October 27, 2013

Blood Lines--By Jan Henson--Turkey

Blood Lines

Down through time
Passed to the soul
From them to us
It makes one whole

Carrying the link
From old to young
Makes you different
From the throng

With D.N.A.
And so much more
That’s the score

The time has come
Duty to be done
A babe is born
You’ve passed it on

No matter where
Your child may be
He’s still yours
Can’t you see

Jan Henson has written poetry for a few years. She finds it an enjoyable experience.  When she attended school in England (in the ‘50’s) poetry seemed such a dry medium and she wasn’t all that impressed.  After school, she became a hairdresser and continued the profession after her marriage and birth of her four children.  When her youngest was three, she started working nights at a nursing home.  She realized her passion for the profession and became a nurse.  She worked in the healthcare industry for 20 years.  After her children were grown, she retired to Turkey where she currently lives.


  1. Nice reading here Jan - so good to read you here on 'Whispers...' Looking forward to reading more of you...

    Rhoda Galgiani

    1. Many thanks Rhoda...lovely to see you again..Jan x

  2. Dear Jan -

    Beautiful thoughts you have written here. Sometimes I think we don't need DNA to show they are ours. Great poem


    1. I think you are right about the D.N.A., Katheryn..however in this day and age it seems so important...thanks for reading and your kind words..Jan x

  3. I have always set great store by my family history. My father's sisters actually did much research to fill in gaps when I was a child. This truly speaks to me because it does give me a feeling of continuity. It IS a great poem. Pam

    1. Thank you for your kind words, Pam..Jan x

  4. Dear Jan,

    Thank you for the kind words you left for other writers today. It is encouraging people like you that make Whispers possible. So good to have you here!


  5. It's a pleasure to stop by, Karen...Jan x

  6. Dear Jan,

    A well written poem on family histories. Thank you for sharing this with us and thank you for your kind comments and nice to see your poetry again.

    Sandra Stefanowich

  7. Hi Jan,

    Whether they are good traits or bad ones, our DNA does not die with us. When I was young, I looked like my father. Now people say I look like my mother. When I look in the mirror, though, I see my grandmother. At age 10 I was sewing clothes for myself by hand. My grandmother had been a seamstress and she gave me her old pedal-push sewing machine. Apparently the gene skipped a generation as my mother never learned to sew. Every ancestor has an impact on who we are today. Very well done! Best wishes, Carolyn Devonshire

    1. Thanks for allowing me to look into your past, Carolyn..and for your kind words..Jan x

  8. Thank you, Robert Dufresne, for the following comment--

    Lovely and well written, Jan. I think many of us have been where you speak of and I just don't think anone cauld describe it more effectively than you have here. Thank you.

    Bob D.