On Being An Ancestress

To My Great Grand Children

On Being an Ancestress
To My Great Grand Children

I shall not care for it, I'm sure,
The being dead, you know, my dears,
and hanging primly on wall
Just looking on for years and years!

Ah no, I'm sure I shall not like
To be imprisoned there in paint;
I, who love being up-to-date,
Shall never like just being quaint!

Of course, I'll do the proper thing,
And hang serenely in my place
Beside your great-great-grandpapa
A wifely smile upon my face!

And you will look up at me
Believe, no doubt, I was a saint,
For all my faults, of course, will be
Quite blotted out by time and paint!

No doubt your honored parents, dears,
Will point my portrait out and say;
"Your great great Grammy would be shocked
things were so different in her day!"

And I'll not say a word, nor smile
I'll look demure, show no surprise
But, dears, if you seek sympathy,
I think you'll find it in my eyes!

And, if you stand and look at me,
And, wistful, wonder if I knew
The pain, the passion and the stress,
Of life, as they are felt by you,

Come closer, dears, and never tell
To you a secret I'll entrust;
Your flaming hearts have caught their fire
From your great-great grandmothers dust!

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In Final Memories
This is a poem wrote by my Grand Mother Eva
to her great great grandchildren which would
be my children's children
To be past down from family generations