"Hi! " said the Ancestors
knocking on my door.
They were late by a couple of
thousand years or more/
"We're no one
that you know
we're from the long long ago! "
They spoke in a voice
made of silence.
"We made you up
(so to speak)
and we just thought we would
come & see you for ourselves! "
One had a singing bird
trapped in her chest
(just like my mother)
an other had an exploding
dandelion heart
(just like the Da) .
Some were pure myth
through & true.
Some untouched by time.
They were made up
of all the bits & pieces
of the "me"
recognised as "I"
So this is how
I had come to be
"Sit down! " I said.
"I'll put on the tea."
What else could you have said? Good one Donall! I'm on a new Mac and while I know where your Father is I can't find your fada! xxxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I often think of my ancestors and wish to travel one day to trace my roots. Great poem. -ralph