I’m sitting listening to the man
who cometh here from my homeland
From my mother’s town.
My mind is wandering
to heritage,
to lineage.
Is he a way to track it down?
Alas, the age is wrong, the dates don’t work.
Once again I come unstuck.
Lost passages
from parentage.
© Sheila Ash 14th February 2016
who cometh here from my homeland
From my mother’s town.
My mind is wandering
to heritage,
to lineage.
Is he a way to track it down?
Alas, the age is wrong, the dates don’t work.
Once again I come unstuck.
Lost passages
from parentage.
© Sheila Ash 14th February 2016
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