Hopefully many years aparted
With lots of life lived in between.
And, yet, I look upon families
That live their lives
From the cradle
To the grave
In a few minutes.
The words don’t tell the stories
Of love and happiness –
And the darker times;
They just give dates and places
They don’t often give faces
To the names.
They rarely tell of the games played
The detail of the lives lead.
But, I build a picture of those
That came before
And went before
And are ‘not quite’
When you can’t find your Auntie;
And your Granddad’s gone astray;
And you’ve checked for them in all the cupboards,
Perhaps they’re hidden away;
Waiting for you to find them;
But, ‘not’ among the coats and scarves;
So, if your Great-Great Grandad really can’t be found for all your trying;
Why not see if he’s on Ancestry.co.uk
Do a search with his details
Be they vague and a little unsure;
You might just find him –
And, maybe, his kith and your kin –
It’s a family tree possibility;
So why not seek your antecedents within.