A grandmother not remembered
Lives in my face.
The green of my eye
The cut to the jaw, she survives.
A grandfather times many greats
Gambled on a lovely lass.
I share her laughter
And harbor his recklessness heart.
Little did they know a single incarnation,
Would survive past a hopeless era.
A crease on my forehead
Flat bone to my nose
Memorializes histories survivors.
The clan displays your genetic persistence
Yet innocent of the timeless membership
In a most forgotten tribe.
Journeys didn’t end with death,
Immortality whispers from an age of stone.
Family lives in honor of unknown ancient suffering
Building generations to a modern age.
Etched in strangers expressions
Continue with hushed connections,
Spilling stories often retold.
I share a voice – a face – DNA from the time of before
I, the last twig, of a branch concealed in many limbs
A small slice of a vast family tree.