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!

© Loyd D. Wilson
September 10, 2006