Ancestral Voices

My ancestors are not forgotten Those whose memories and Whose names are etched On some plain and Long lost stones Scattered across the land In cemeteries long unknown. Those who came here from afar To some wild and unsettled lands With the promise of a dream They came through Ellis Island. They had a dream for me… And for my children’s children They dared to cross the sea. They were strong adventurers They had strength of character One of my great-Grandmothers Dared to come alone. They dared to move to a country Other than their own Sight unseen. I hear their voices in my mind From the distance, from afar From an infinitely different time Whispering in my ear This is who you are my dear Be strong and do not fear Anything. Who I am and who I came from They make it clear. I am the same. I am the exactly same. Exactly the same From whom it is I came from. My Ancestral Voices. Copyright Christine A Kysely 2010 November 26, 2010 (c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved