I come from a long line of Scots

The kind that drink and hate

Their failed dreams

The kind that love

With hitting and name-calling

The kind that don’t change

No matter what the incentive

I come from a long line of transients

The ones that start over new

But the new is stained

With past fears and expectations

And somehow it all ends the same

My mother has begun a new line

A line of hope

A line of dreams

A line she prays every day will keep going

A line that began with her

And certainly will not end at me