From the tombs of time <br />I hear my ancestors cry <br />Why the lives they lived <br />Reached for their home in the sky. <br /> <br />Their burdens made blessings <br />Their distructions they made work <br />Their frustrations made them humble <br />Their love covered their hurt. <br /> <br />The downside of life <br />Always has a flip <br />Sometimes we lose patience <br />Sometimes we lose grip. <br /> <br />If we seek the importance <br />Of our ancestors cry <br />We will live less in crisis <br />And can recover a good life.<br /><br />Cecelia Weir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ancestors-cry/
