a poem by elizabeth morse
My life cycles ever around
My Memories grow
Entwining the memories
My mind holds the memories of my past,
The visions of my childhood,
The dreams of my parents and grandparents,
The tears of my frustrations and the glow of my joys.
My life ticks out my destiny
Vitalizing the lives of my children and my children's children,
Enriching the streams of my life.
All the genes and tracings of my ancestors echo
And imprint a mold for the living cycle of my life and theirs
As it makes its way toward the sea.
The rivers of the generations fuse
The contributions of all my ancestral voices in my memory,
My loves, my faith, my causes.
In the cocoon of my heart, I do not stand alone.
Watching the circling of the wheels of my life,
For the generations of my ancestors support me.