Little Ancestor

Dear child self, if you could only see
how I’ve become your progeny.
Little Ancestor, look,
your trust in fun has bloomed in me.
The seeds of magic grew
to be a beanstalk to my dreams.
Little one, listen.
I sing as unafraid as you
when you climbed the braided Mulberry tree
to belt out Davy Crockett.
As your descendant, so to speak,
I want to reassure you that
your aloneness in the crowded family
blossomed into poetry and joy.
Little Ancestor, I send my thanks
back to where you whistle
hidden in the branches.

©Susa Silvermarie 2020

2 Responses to “Little Ancestor

  • Roberta antiga
    2 months ago

    Antiga and Roberta totally enjoyed this poem. Antiga is working on her article about dying and we hope you get to read it soon. Antiga is moving to Maryland June 20 to go live with her daughter. Her cell phone number is 828-275-1744 for youth after June 20. We hope you are well and happy and we love hearing your continued musings so keep musing lips to kee her cell phone number is 828-275-1744 for youth after June 20. We hope you are well and happy and we love hearing your continued musings so keep musing

  • Jane Morgan
    2 months ago

    I really like the images you created, Susa. You are hat little girl, fulfilled. Thanks

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