|
We start out small inside of our mothers with care.
Then were born into the nice clean air.
Our mother and father are first to greet us.
Then grandma and grandpa show up to meet us.
As the family gathers and describe all our traits.
My genealogy journey becomes part of my fate.
As I grow and learn, I trace all the names.
Of those faces that love me and played all my games.
It's a family quest, a journey of mine.
It's the past I seek, cause it comforts my mind.
It's my family trees that are most interesting to me.
From the past to the present, we all come to be.
By Laura Velli
Listed at:
Poetry Galore
|
