Carolyn Ford Witt

(1943 / Indiana USA)

-A FAMILY-


-A FAMILY-

I have a tree here in my background
With names hanging from each limb
And when I chance to read each one
Love fills me to the brim.

Because each name that hangs there
Is just a piece of me,
Each so carefully hung there
On my Stately Family Tree.

People call me from all over
Just to hear a name that's there,
And lovingly add a history
or a problem we'll all bear.

So throughout the Revolution
And later as churches sprang....
Forging through the wilderness
Onto the amber plain.....

Through Civil War and contention
Friend and family fighting friend....
Generations learning
Each one to our lives amend.

And now it stands so stately
Each leaf in beauty formed
So cherished, each name that hangs there
A Family.....My heart is warmed.......


Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
© 7-29-06

Submitted: Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Edited: Monday, March 11, 2013

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