The Past, Our Ancestors Gifted Us As Our Future

The Past, Our Ancestors Gifted Us As Our Future There are no words we know, fragrant and green, Wherewith to show how welcome you have been. You solaced us with many a song-caress, O' marvelous was your music's loveliness. You have called back from the unknown Lost hours our hearts would fain have held our own. In your souls life's echoes rang as sweet As silver bowls dream-children gently beat. Laughter of harvest lighting and the glee Of tingly frosty nights ran joyously. Among our shadowed memories, when you Revealed the gladness we are born unto. There are no words swiftly luminous As those white birds your joy released to us. Such gifts you bought and freely bade us share As kings have sought and found not anywhere. No day will end, all of your days that be Some far off friend will not have memory. How you guide us from a dreary road Into a wide and wonderful abode. No close will come to any bitter night But someone will live again delight. Roused at golden touch of gracious hands That weave in swallow-flight their myriad strands. Praiseworthiness our children shall attain May be no less the fruit of some rich strain. That once was yours and gladly lingered on, As love endures, long after you were gone. So dear ones, fare you well, and nobly well Beyond the rare things silence has to tell. 12-24-2015 Poem written about this past year and my thoughts as to what my children ,grandchildren and great-grandchildren will remember of me. As I remember that of my grandparents and my ancestors. Love of my family and my ancestry has made me glad to be alive. For in all the world riches and times, I would choose no other!