I am your hand into the past
towards your dim of ancestors.
I am your affirmative
to swing your gate to history.
I am your print of what you were
in all the whirl of tumbling time,
your tell-tale code of special genes
the true momentum of your bloodline.
I hand you on my stamp of clans
my fleeting link of family chain
rand plead that through the yeas that roll
you cherish family’s ancient fame.
I say your forebears built the way
through rocky landscapes you will go,
the smoother road for your rough days
well-armed with wisdoms their lives showed.
Source: “Family, My Home” by Amy McGrath
