thinking I lost you
By Scott Edgar
then I remember you are
encoded in me
My mom passed away when I was ten. And for so long, I thought “gone” meant gone.
But the truth is that half of my DNA is hers.
Her cells, her features, her way of seeing and feeling—
they live in me.
She’s still with me, still present, written into the blueprint of my being.
She didn’t vanish.
She continues—literally—inside me.
Always encoded.
Always with me.
Further reading:
‘In brief: How are genes passed on?’, 2023, InformedHealth.org, available: https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/books/NBK541156/
Author bio:
Scott is a father of five who finds peace in long desert hikes, wildflowers in mountain meadows, and the occasional perfectly shaped rock. He’s a self-published poet with three books out, including a collection of haiku, and a fourth on the way, the host of The Poet (delayed) podcast (available on Spotify and Apple Podcasts here: https://blessed-pine-5317.fireside.fm ), and the co-founder of “Torchlight,” a monthly arts and open mic event in Bountiful, Utah. He also practices law in solo practice, balancing the legal world with a steady pull toward creative life. You can follow Scott on Instagram @poetdelayed.
