This Ford Family Tree Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

©- - * THIS FORD FAMILY TREE * - -

In a file in my computer,
I have these many names.
Just names and dates and places,
To them their lives proclaimed.

But each one has a history.
Of a life that came before.
Who is this one I write about,
Tis so hard to ignore.

He may have been a preacher
In the white church on the hill,
Or a simple Union soldier
Solemnly marching in a drill.

She may have been a mother
with a young child on her knee,
Or a strapping young Attorney
With a case that He must plea.

But, each one I have remembered
In some tiny fleeting way
And tried to make a memory
Of their fine historic day.

For each one has lived before me
In this extended family
Because each and everyone of them
Was in my Ford Family Tree.

Have you ever really wondered
What made you what you are?
Well I've found each little particle,
And this may sound bizarre.

My looks came from my Grammaw
My love of God from All my kin.
My gentleness was such a meld
Of all who came therein.

The temper I was blessed with
Has religion to define
But this unique blend of history,
I will always claim as mine.


Author: Carolyn Ford

© 5-11-1982
Ms Caroline