On the Death of the Family Historian
She was the keeper of the portal
The one who held the only key
And I believed she was immortal
Asked only what pertained to me
Relied on her for memories
And now I sit out side that door
A box of pictures from a drawer
People without names or places
No tiny scrap of family lore
They stare at me with somber faces
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I think we have all reached the point when we say “I wish I’d asked more questions, and I wish I’d listened better”! Family stories used to be told around evening campfires. Today we’re all far too busy watching television!
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There is much we don’t know about our family histories. It is sad when those with the understanding and memories pass on.
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This is just so lovely. Have you just lost a dear family member. If this is more than just a poem please accept my condolences for your loss. These words touch my 💓
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No loss recently. I’ve been going through old pictures and there are so many I can’t identify.
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Oh! I am pleased to hear that. It’s sad when the one who remembers the names is no longer there to tell us. 💜
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