When I see an
unusual
familiar name
in the news,
I think, “Oh
that must be
the daughter
(or son) of
someone who
I once knew”.
Turns out,
these days,
it’s usually
a grandchild.
Tag: genealogy
Put it in your album
You take photos
to remind
yourself of
good times.
But you can’t
bear to look
at them again
because they
remind you of
good times.
Old times
Old photos:
old family;
old friends;
old pets;
old places;
old events;
old hopes;
old dreams.
Where the living is easy
Biographies
give me the
comforting
feeling that life
is arranged in
patterns, has
structure, can be
understood
rationally, and
will turn out
all right
in the end.
No, not possible
Odd how
quickly the
absolutely
certain memories
we have of
incidents in our past
dissolve into
confusion in the
spotlight of
a diary.
Photographic memories
The young people,
whose photos
appear in
family albums,
somehow turn
into old people
looking wistfully
at those photos.
Great-great-great….
It is
somehow
a comfort to me
to know that
my ancestry goes
back not
two hundred years
but two billion.
How could
it not be?
Greedy
It is not worth
desiring a
professorship
rather than love
and happiness
and a long and
healthy life.
But all four would
certainly be nice.
To be a pilgrim
The only
pilgrimage
worth making
is one to
your own past.
If you can find it.
Though mostly not
Probably best
we can’t go back
in time to events we
didn’t know,
at the time,
how we would get through
or even survive. It is
only in hindsight,
safe in the knowledge
you did survive, that
they seem like
places you would
want to visit
