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Ancestral Tapestry

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Mildred Whitson-Wickson of Menard, TX sent the following poem which she composed and which beautifully articulates the thoughts many of us have shared:

Upon the wall of time it hands, a panorama of the past,
threadbare and worn, but vivid still, it's colors yet are cast;

Portraying those who went before, but left me a part
of gene and blood and courage...they beat within my heart.

Pioneer with trudging step, you move across the warp,
patience in your weary feet, your eye still keen and sharp.

Your shouldered rifle, heading west, with trust in God for keep,
leaving home and family ties...dry tears you never weep.

A soldier there! In Blue or Grey...it matters little now,
you fought because the call came loud, no choice of when or how.

My Lady in her billowing skirts, lily-white of hand and face,
you grace the home with charms so fair,...in muslin and in lace.

The days, the years, they pass before as I gaze upon the welt,
I try to reach you with my thoughts, to feel as you have felt.

Woven around an obscure warp, of stronger, common thread,
a picture of family past now lives, no longer is it dead!

A hundred years!! They are not dim, I see the faces clear!
Great Grandparents, Uncles, Aunts...unknown, but oh, so dear!

Dates and names mean little still, but each one ties a knot
that makes my tapestry complete...except for one blank spot.

There must be room left at the edge, for one day I will be
a part of someone's old and faded...Ancestral Tapestry!

If you have any poetry you would like to submit for inclusion in our newsletter, please contact us at dewald@prenticenet.com..

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