Cabinet full of ancestors

A glass door covers

What I call history.

It's only pictures and

Watches and baby shoes.

But the eyes that look at me,

Made of paper,

Are ancestors, people I never

Knew, but somehow

Came together to form

Families that

Made me.

Reviews

[Chris]

I do know what I expected... and you gave it.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is so cool...

a snapshot..of memory...

reminds me of looking through my parents' old pics of their grandparents, uncles, aunts and cousins...the old black and whites...
my imagination runs so much when i see those pics...
i try to put myself back in that time..

but yes, that is where i came from...ancestry is so interesting...and this poem captured my imagination.

jacob

[Erin Michelle]

I grew up always looking at pictures of my ancestors, hanging on walls, in a little glass cabinet, and it's so amazing to think that they were once alive, in a life I never knew.