I’ll Never Know Them
I sit at the computer for hours
Searching
My ancestors whispering from their graves.
I see two who died together of Spanish Flu;
A queen of France, a Danish king;
The bastard son of William I of Normandy
(Yes, that conquering hero who
never acknowledged his own son).
I see Puritans, Mormons, miners, preachers
And farmers
Salt of the earth people, good people, I’m sure
People I wish I knew.
But, for now at least,
All I can do is guess at their stories
Make up their stories
Write down their stories.
I’ll never know them
Except in my own body where they all live
And where they whisper to me.
November 20, 2014 at 8:38 am
Love this one as I am working on my family genealogy. So true.
November 20, 2014 at 8:40 am
Thanks for stopping by my blog! I’ve been doing my family history for many years and when I find something that doesn’t make sense I make up stories to account for it. I started a novel based on one of those mysteries that I could not solve!