Research In Rhyme
by Mrs. Charles Dean

I started out calmly tracing my tree
To find if I could, the making of me.
All that I had was great grandfather's name,
Not knowing his wife or from which he came.

I chased him across a long line of states,
And came up with pages and pages of dates.
When all put together it made me forlorn,
I'd proved poor Great Grandpa had never been born.

One day I was sure the truth had been found,
Determined to turn this whole thing upside down.
I looked up the records of one Uncle John.
But found the old man to be younger than son.

Then when my hopes were fast growing dim,
I came across records that must have been him.
The facts I collected then made me quite sad,
Dear old Great Grandfather was never a dad.

I think maybe someone is pulling my leg,
I'm not at all sure I wasn't hatched from an egg.
After hundreds of dollars I've spent on my tree,
I can't help but wonder if I'm really me.

 

We relish the news of our heros, forgetting that we are extraordinary to somebody ,too.....Helen Hayes

 

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