My Writings and PoemsAuthor: David.M.Clark Published: 23, Aug, 2012 Notes: They are the keepers of the family tree, The one that needs no rain or shine; That tell us how we used be, When we occupied a different time. Those loved ones who have gone before, And lived their hopeful lives; Some came from a distant shore, The children, the husbands, the wives. The keeper lovingly preserves them all, Of the families both present and past; So future generations can recall, How we came to be here at last. The family tree ever constantly grows, As through the years we travel; And throughout our own history shows, There are stories and mysteries to unravel. This tree is not the keeper’s own, For it belongs to all of its members; While through time it has surely grown, The rich lives as sparkling embers. So we reflect on lives all lived before, And those whom we now hold dear; And know in life we can be sure, That true love brought us all here. |