Family Tree

Looking past and long ago trails of names come trickling down down they come through the annals of time their names defined neatly arranged, in staggered lines. Forgotten lists of greats and grands silent, as their memories stand in the past, immortal bands. Family trees are carefully writ down into the logs they go mothers, fathers reap and sow bearing children, they bestow offspring issued in straight rows. Trailing down to you and I here we love, we laugh, we cry living, breathing, this our lives mortal we, until we die adding to the rows inscribed.