NaPoWriMo #4 (A Great Granddaughter’s Lament)

I spent some time with my father’s side of the family last summer. My second-cousin was kind enough to host a reunion. It was so ridiculously awesome to be there… I loved every minute of it!

Because I grew up so far away from virtually all of my extended family, I’ve missed out on a great deal of relationship. I regret this tremendously.

On the flip-side, my situation lends me an interesting perspective. When surrounded by my own flesh and blood, even though I don’t really know anyone, I feel a sense of belonging that has eluded me for most of my life. There exists a bond that tethers me to these folk. I can feel it in my bones.

I think my Great Grandmother must have been one hell of a woman. I suppose it all started with her:

A Great Granddaughter’s Lament

I met you, I’m sure
A time or two.
Though I admit,
I did not know you.

Not until,
I read your words
And love, poured
Forth from the page.

Binding us together;
Two women, one tribe.
Divided only by

No matter.
Such things lack importance.
And I think you would agree,
It’s mighty lovely to belong.

Tracey M. Ast

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