These People

These people who gave me life
Lived in color not black and white
The unforgettable two are still alive
Not true for the four and so on
These people who gave me life
What debt is owed and who pays the price?
What kind of currency could we hope to contrive?
How contrived
You know I don’t know
Names of one of the eight of mine
Powers of two obscured by time
And branching lines
If I give someone life
How long remembered?
Bio memory down the line
And how does that matter?
The people who saved my life
Mostly women but none a wife
My sisters mainly have helped me to get by
Oh I can’t imagine life without them
The people who saved my life
A debt is owed and the payments mine
The currency it is known and older than time
And I want to pay it
If someone saves a life
They will be remembered
A type of memory down another line
And that seems to matter oh.
These people.