I started seeking, in my youth,
to learn about my family,
So every time I found a name,
I'd add it to my tree.
Then as the roots began to grow, I saw the branches start to spread. And I dug deep, I had to know Names of the lost; those who were dead.
I wrote my letters faithfully. Talked to my cousins, far and near. Thus by name my tree grew large, So time went by, year after year.
What have I learned? Well, let me say, That there are tales that should be told. I've laughed, I've cried, my heart has ached As I've learned of the young and old.
We've shared the joy when one was born, And with ones death felt misery. But most of all, what I have found: That most were common folk, like me.
Now in old age, I've come to know That families mean a lot to one Who takes the time to learn about Their own kin-folk; what they have done.
They may be rich; they may be poor. It matters not to me. What matters most is simply this: They are part of my Family Tree!
