Travelling to meet my past
image credit Ann Mc Aneny blog
My fingers nimbly travel from the green of the
Emerald Isle
To far flung places all over the world
To meet my ancestors face to face
On the written page
Some draw back when they feel the tap of time
Some smile
And some say “Ach, will you go away!
You’re there tapping on that contraption
Night and day night n day
And then you go to bed to dream
Imagining what life was like for me
In the dark dark days
When famine stalked the land
And poverty drove us over the seas
To seek a fairer land
Ach, sure I suppose it’s only natural
To find from whence ye came
And it’s nice to be remember
Even if some things are best left untouched
And I know it’s not the thing today
But dare I say my friend
As you tap, tap at your keyboard
Still your hand
And say, a prayer for me when you’re
Lookin’ at –
My birth date. My death place, my name
And wondering how am I related to you
Granda? Granny? Many times removed?
Or just someone with the same last name as you
Gemma Hill Writeyou Writeme 
Brilliant work & so true, it’s when tracing the family tree, it makes me realise how luxury my life is compare to the life our ancesters had & the struggles & heartbreak they went through.
That is very true, Ann – thank you so much for commenting