The rain has washed and laundered us all five,
my brothers and sisters and me, in overalls
that none of us own, wholly, or remember
as belonging to one of us or the other.
That’s how we are, all we five — sharing
in common our hearth-blue eyes, all stones
in all pockets equally. Share and share alike,
we say. We share and share alike.
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Today’s prompt at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads was to use a quote from a poem by François Villon and write a poem of no more than 100 words. My first line is the first line of his Epitaph in the Form of a Ballade.
Marilyn Rauch Cavicchia 
5 is the number of grace. And good gravy if this isn’t a gracious poem!
I love this, especially the hearth-blue eyes.
“All stones in all pockets equally” all families should be as these five. Well done 🙂
I especially like the hearth blue eyes. Interesting image.
Fabulous poem of family, and a lovely turn on the sombre Villon piece, almost like a reclamation.
Such a lovely poem! Especially love the hearth blue eyes… a beautiful and warm image 💜
Adore “sharing
in common our hearth-blue eyes, all stones
in all pockets equally. ”
It has the quality of a wonderful sibling relationship(s)
Love those “hearth-blue eyes”!