Happy Sunday pups!

I hope you’re all having a wonderful day! It’s apparently Superbowl Sunday today…go team! (I’m not even sure who’s playing who so that shows how much I know!!)

I wanted to share this poem with you guys. It actually took me a good year or more to write it. I wrote it after I had started to process my repressed grief from when my grandparents on my dad’s side passed away, and my grandfather on my mum’s side started to get very ill. Sadly, he passed away right before Christmas this past year. I had only met one of my great-grandparents. My great-grandmother on my mum’s side. So, this is for those I never met.

Those who came before me,
the ones I never knew.

Folks who walked this very path,
tripped upon the same cobblestones and divets,
those were ‘The Good ‘Ol Days Of Glory’,
when nights knew no hum of man made wrath.

I wish I had come before my time,
to meet those whom passed long before.
I’d sit cross legged, paying them mind,
as their feet trapsed across wooden floors.

Those who came before me,
the ones I never knew.

Those sweet and brave,
your memories I have saved,
written in ink, or frozen in photo.

The silence now enraptures you,
with such a sweet caress,
I only long to meet with you.

But I cannot, so I digress.

Those who came before me,
the ones I never knew;
please do not think we have forgotten you.
I carry your blood in my veins,
your legacy, still attached to my name.