Calling out from a distant past
"Please do not let us be forgot.
Record our stories that we may last."
Tell the children of our wanderings
Let the kinfolk hear the tales
How we braved the new horizons
How we blazed the olden trails.
How we buried too many babies
How we struggled to keep them fed
How we caressed the hands of our loved ones
As they lay dying on their beds.
How we endured many a hardship
With an eye to the future goal
To create a more promising future
And to keep our family whole.
They were as different from each other
As the scraps in a crazy quilt
Yet once the pieces were sewn together
Another generation they had built
I can sense them calling out to me
From the gloaming of my past
"Please do not let us be forgot.
Record our stories that we may last."
Begotten . . .
and may they never be forgotten . . .
Remembering . . .
Berta Mary Sharpand her mother, Nellie Lemaire
Elizabeth Marilla Smithand her mother, Eva May Brackett
Ima Lois Mustonand her mother, Emma Patience Nettles
Jerusha Marilla Barkerand her mother, Jerusha Lakin Hobbs
Josephine Wingfield Davisand her mother, America James Fears
Mahala Lee Robertsand her mother, Patsy Gill
Mary Alexandrien Lemaireand her mother, Elizabeth Waring
Mary Annie Westand her mother, Sarah Mildred Carter
Mary Oliveand her mother, Clementine Jordan
Nancy Virilla Quinnand her mother, Sushannah
Phoebe Merrilland her mother, Olive Jane Goodwin
The above family poem was composed by me in response to a challenge posted at Genea-Musings: Saturday Night Genealogy Fun - Poetry and Genealogy . . . and the Wordle (name cloud) was created at wordle.net . . .
5 comments:
Beautiful! This is such a difficult Saturday night challenge, yet you came up with a thoughtful and lovely poem.
This is such a wonderful response to Randy's challenge! I like how you incorporated a Wordle into it as well. I would have to say that this is the "winning" entry :-)
Thank you, Greta and Diana, for taking the time to read and comment. I normally struggle when I attempt to compose words in some sort of pleasing manner, but this one just sort of took on a life of it's own. A "gift" from the grandmas? :)
A lovely post. Lovely thoughts and words! And the Wordle gives such an ethereal feel to the words and folks long past.
Good morning, Joan . . . and thank you for stopping by for a visit with the Grandmas . . . 'tis always a delight to hear from you . . . V. . . .
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