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Ancestress



This is a poem my sister sent to me she found along the way.
I thought it appropriate for a genealogy page.

Being an Ancestress

I SHALL NOT CARE FOR IT.  I'M SURE,
THE BEING DEAD.  YOU KNOW, MY DEARS
AND HANGING PRIMLEY ON A WALL
JUST LOOKING ON FOR YEARS AND YEARS.

AH NO!  I'M SURE I SHALL NOT LIKE
TO BE IMPRISIONED THERE IN PAINT,
I, WHO LOVED BEING "UP TO DATE"
SHALL NEVER LIKE "JUST BEING QUAINT".

AND YOU WILL ALL LOOK UP TO ME..
BELIEVE NO DOUBT, I WAS A SAINT
FOR ALL MY FAULTS, OF COURSE WILL BE
QUITE BLOTTED OUT BY PAINT!

NO DOUBT YOUR HONORED PARENTS, DEARS
WILL POINT TO MY PORTRAIT OUT AND SAY
YOUR GREAT-GREAT GRANNY WOULD BE SHOCKED
THINGS WERE SO DIFFERENT IN HER DAY.

AND I'LL NOT SAY A WORD, NOR SMILE
I'LL LOOK DEMURE, SHOW NO SURPRISE
BUT DEARS, IF YOU SEEK SYMPATHY,
I THINK YOU'LL FIND IT IN MY EYES

AND IF YOU STAND AND LOOK AT ME
AND WISTFULL WONDER IF I KNEW
THE PAIN, THE PASSION AND THE STESS
OF LIFE AS THEY ARE FELT BY YOU!!

COME CLOSER DEARS, AND NEVER TELL
TO YOU A SECRET I'LL ENTRUST
YOUR FLAMING HEARTS HAVE CAUGHT THEIR FIRE,
FROM YOUR GREAT GRANDMOTHER'S DUST.

ANONYMOUS