Generations Of Ancestors Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Listening to prayers of my heart, strumming chords of
my spirit as I fall into the spirituality of serenity.

Reaching for the ingenuity and purpose of an interior
heredity, acknowledging generations of our ancestors.

Going through many years, seeing family continue to
practice ritual and tradition without any lapse in time.

Focusing on compassion, tolerance, caring, love and mercy,
teaching it all through the ages with no exceptions.

Filling spirits through confession, Holy Mass and Communion,
never forsaking the God who has created them.

Making sure that all generations left at their passing will
continue the teachings taught when younger also.