Our Lost Stories
Our stories lost between the pages of time
Whispers no longer heard
Dates on gravestones never seen.
Who were these souls
Their names forgotten?
Who is remembering their sacrifices,
Their tears, their joys, that brought us here?
Their legacy is ours
Whispered from one generation to the next
Forever on the wind as the dust stirs
Part of each cell and fiber-
A family found again; our heritage.
©Donna Donabella 2018
I found this poem that I wrote a few years ago, in an old journal. It may have come about when I was trying to work out some of my family’s ancestry. I thought it would a great poem in honor of my my father’s family on this Father’s Day here in the U.S.
The top picture is of my father’s family in the early 1930s. He is pictured lower right and my Irish grandmother, Margaret, behind him. The other’s are my aunt (grandmother’s sister Esther), uncle (Fred, Esther’s husband) and cousins (Esther and Fred’s children, Myrtle and Fred). The bottom picture is from around 1901 and is my grandmother’s baby picture. We are discovering many old pictures of family we do not know or cannot recognize as the only one left now is my mother who has the accumulated history of her family and my father’s. It is sad to have lost these family stories with each relative who is gone now.
I am joining in with Poets United for their weekly poetry link up for poets who blog.
I leave you with a few additional words about Lost Stories. I welcome you to download the photo and share it.
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