The extent of my lineage, I can not trace <br />When I examine the features of my face… <br />There are many lines of unrecorded history. <br />There is a familiarity that creates a mystery. <br /> <br />Where does my endowment ultimately come from? <br />Who contributed to the human being I have become? <br />Questions sink into oblivion as my parents decompose. <br />Because of insufficient information I must foreclose. <br /> <br />Faceless forebears constructed an elaborate avenue. <br />I have had unique opportunities with no musty residue. <br />Often I wonder if they were saintly or a murderous kind. <br />Within the blood pulsing in my veins, they are intertwined.<br /><br />Theresa Ann Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-ancestors-2/
