I seek a Bloodline, my Family Tree
An heirloom of lives unknown to me.
To every life there was a season,
There was a Rhyme, there was a reason.
And as time comes and then departs
So do our lives, but not our hearts.
Generations will surely record the seasons
Reveal the dates and offer reasons.
But only hearts can sense the Rhyme
For hearts go on beyond their time.
I’ve found a kinship just in knowing
That spring Rhymes saw the same sun as autumn.
For I sang my Rhyme beneath the same sky
As did my kin, so Will my child.
Who were the ones who left this trail?
In my search I cannot fail..
But grasp a legacy solely mine.
For Who I am, is in the Rhyme.
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Copyright © 2000 by WW, all rights reserved.
I’m 73 & just started listening to Mike’s podcast & your new book.
I love your writing & especially your children’s poems & funny eulogies. Is there a collection of these available.
I’d like to have to read or give your children’s poems to my 7 grandchildren ages 2-8.
I thank you, but I am fairly sure I am not the poet you are looking for. And I am so sorry I took so long to answer. My husband has been
really, really ill. I thought I would lose him for sure. Thank you for taking the time and effort, I hope you find your poet and the book you want.