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ANCESTORS OF YESTERDAY

Ancestors of so long ago,
I'll search until I find.

Till I can prove and clearly show,
that you are truly mine.

I'll follow behind your trail of tears,
the hidden footprints of time.

Covered and buried throughout the years,
and continue each mountain to climb.

I'll search every faraway seaside shore,
and every valley below.

I'll unlock each and every door,
as my own teardrops flow.

I'll unearth the buried history of you,
and your own ancestral kin,

I'll search for that all important clue,
and open my heart to let you in.

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Dear Ancestor,

Your tombstone stands among the rest:
Neglected and alone,

The name and date are chiseled out -
on polished, marbled stone.

It reaches out to all who care,
It is too late to mourn -

You did not know that I exist,
You died and I was born.

Yet, each of us are cells of you:
In flesh, in blood, in bone.

Our blood contracts and beats a pulse -
entirely not our own.

Dear ancestor, the place you filled,
a hundred years ago -

Spreads out among the ones you left,
Who would have loved you so.

I wonder if you lived and loved,
I wonder if you knew -

That some day I would find the spot;
And come and visit you?

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~ Those we love don't go away, They walk beside us every day, Unseen, unheard, but always near, Still loved, still missed and very dear ~

______________________________________________

ANCESTORS OF YESTERDAY

Ancestors of so long ago,
I'll search until I find.

Till I can prove and clearly show,
that you are truly mine.

I'll follow behind your trail of tears,
the hidden footprints of time.

Covered and buried throughout the years,
and continue each mountain to climb.

I'll search every faraway seaside shore,
and every valley below.

I'll unlock each and every door,
as my own teardrops flow.

I'll unearth the buried history of you,
and your own ancestral kin,

I'll search for that all important clue,
and open my heart to let you in.

_________________________________________________


Dear Ancestor,

Your tombstone stands among the rest:
Neglected and alone,

The name and date are chiseled out -
on polished, marbled stone.

It reaches out to all who care,
It is too late to mourn -

You did not know that I exist,
You died and I was born.

Yet, each of us are cells of you:
In flesh, in blood, in bone.

Our blood contracts and beats a pulse -
entirely not our own.

Dear ancestor, the place you filled,
a hundred years ago -

Spreads out among the ones you left,
Who would have loved you so.

I wonder if you lived and loved,
I wonder if you knew -

That some day I would find the spot;
And come and visit you?

____________________________________________

~ Those we love don't go away, They walk beside us every day, Unseen, unheard, but always near, Still loved, still missed and very dear ~