17. Blood

They say it's thicker than water.
Never known what that meant.
I know it actually is but it's seems the meanings bent.

Blood wills out they say.
"Out of what?" ask I.
I find I'm more confused.
Once more I'm asking "why?"

"Blood will tell" is another one,
A meaning within a phrase.
I nearly understand it,
If I could just clear off the haze.

So why the fascination,
Why does it draw the mind?
Why so many sayings,
That seem to lead me blind?

Maybe because it's precious
Yet so much of it is spilled.
It marks and leaves a stain,
On the land that has been tilled.

So many ripped untimely
From a life they would embrace.
No longer to share a smile,
Upon a loved ones face.

I may not know the answers
To all the sayings quoted,
But the loss and heartbreak seen
I promise I have noted.

With pen and mind I'll bring back
Those who have gone before.
Always keeping open
Memory's loving door.