My birthright, my
blood, my being
made up of
my ancestors
gone now.
Photos of many faces
look at me from walls
smiling,asking
enquiring of
who I am.
I am the descendent
of those faces, and
those smiles, these
brave souls
so pure.
Do I do you justice
in my modern attitudes?
and likes and wants
am I right or
confused?
You were of strong
people of good
stock who were
proud of their
birthright.
Somehow I know
those eyes speak they
do volumes, reaching
out to me to
tell me I am
one of
them.
They are proud
I know I please them
as I love them and
love has its truth
they love me
as I do
them
this is our bond
they were defenders
fighters
strong and
I know they hold
me as who
I am
ME!
(C) TRIZIA 2007