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Song of the Ancestors

the tunes inside of me

By Shirley BelkPublished about a year ago 1 min read
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When you can't find me, there's no need for worries

I am simply locating ancestors amidst all their stories

See, I travel back into hidden times and many old places

I see sad times, joy, and struggles in those familiar faces

They left behind clues and pulls and traits inside of me

Sometimes their voices ring out from beyond singing, "SEE!"

Truly it can be emotionally draining to feel what they felt,

But on this journey, their courage wraps around my waist as a belt.

Then they take me back in my travels to the land of todays

And I'm never the same after learning their histories and ways.

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About the Creator

Shirley Belk

Mother, Nana, Sister, Cousin, & Aunt who recently retired. RN (Nursing Instructor) who loves to write stories to heal herself and reflect on all the silver linings she has been blessed with :)

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  • Lightning Bolt ⚡about a year ago

    Love it!! I was hearing about my heritage when I was a little boy.... but that's probably because dad alleged that we were descended from Irish Kings. ⚡ 🤷☘️

  • L.I.Eabout a year ago

    Yessss this is so needed, drawing up hope, courage,strength from the stories of our family history, and the people who was on this earth before us. This was a great poem, excellent writing.✨😁

  • Tiffany Gordonabout a year ago

    Impactful, profound and fabulously-written! Very well done Shirley very well done!

  • Michelle Liew Tsui-Linabout a year ago

    I agree with D.K. I was thinking of my grandmother and her stories of World War 2 as I read this.

  • D.K. Shepardabout a year ago

    Loved the family history focus of this and the great use of rhyme! Very well done, Shirley!

  • John Coxabout a year ago

    Wonderful life affirming poem, Shirley! Our family’s history matters! Their clay is in our genes and the memories of how they once lived resides in our bones. The more we know of them, the more we know ourselves.

  • This was sooo deep and wonderful! Loved your poem!

  • Daphsamabout a year ago

    Beautifully written!

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