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DEAR ANCESTOR

YOUR TOMBSTONE STANDS AMONG THE REST
NEGLECTED AND ALONE
THE NAME AND DATE HAVE WORN OFF
THE WEATHERED MARBLE STONE

IT REACHES OUT TO ALL WHO CARE..
IT'S NOW TOO LATE TO MOURN
YOU DID NOT KNOW THAT I'D EXIST
YOU DIED....AND I WAS BORN

YET EACH OF US ARE CELLS OF YOU
IN FLESH, IN BLOOD, IN BONE.
OUR HEARTS CONTRACT AND BEAT A PULSE
ENTIRELY NOT OUR OWN

DEAR ANCESTOR, THE PLACE YOU FILLED
SOME HUNDRED YEARS AGO
SPREADS OUT AMONG THE ONES YOU LEFT
WHO WOULD HAVE LOVED YOU SO

I WONDER HOW YOU LIVED AND LOVED.
I WONDER IF YOU KNEW
THAT SOMEDAY I WOULD FIND THIS PLACE
AND COME TO VISIT YOU

Author Unknown


 

Grandma's Day

Grandma got up at break of day.
Milked ten cows and fed them hay,
Fed the hogs and saddled the mule
Then got the kids off to school.
Did a washing and mopped the floors,
Washed some windows and did some chores,
Cooked a dish of home dried fruit,
Then she pressed Grandads's Sunday suit.
Swept the parlor and made the beds
And baked a dozen loaves of bread,
Split some firewood and lugged it in,
Enough to fill the kitchen bin.
Cleaned the lamps and put in oil,
Cooked some apples she thought would spoil,
Churned the butter and baked a cake,
And then exclaimed, "For heaven's sake,
The calves have got out of the pen",
Went out and chased then in again.
Gathered the eggs and locked the stable,
Went back in the house and set the table,
Cooked a supper that was delicious,
And afterwards washed all the dishes.

Fed the cat and sprinkled the clothes,
Mended a basket full of hose.
Then she sat at the organ and began to play
"When you Come To The End of a Perfect Day."