Doctor Grandma

Who are you?

Why don’t you tell me?

Where were you born?

Who is your father?

Who was your first wife?

She is probably the mother

of my great-grandfather,

so I need to know.

The woman you are married to

in 1850,

when great-grandpa is 8,

is not the one.

I know that women

had babies early then,

but at age 14

it is not likely.

So who is the mother

of my great-grandfather?

Was she Indian or African?

I cannot find a clue.

I am a lost child

searching in the darkness,

searching for answers,

searching for clues.

I find your grave marker,

but no clues of your father,

You come from Ohio,

at least you say so.

Your second wife Mary

comes from PA,

How did you meet?

She is 16 yrs younger than you.

Your grave marker stands

6 feet tall,

a testament to the status

you must have held,

so there must be a record

that tells me more,

Direct me there,

for I need to know,

I tire of the journey

to find traces of you,

and yet we are one,

you are my ancestor,

your DNA runs

all through my bones,

so help me to find you

and solve the mystery

of where we came from,

how far back do we go?

From where did we come from

to land in America,

who was the ancestor

who first landed here,

Did he come from Scotland?

or from Ireland’s shores,

it is one or the other,

as the story goes.

cfblack  06-06-2015

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