Creative Writing,  Poetry


My ancestors lived in Europe.

With their families and their foibles.

In centuries past,

they did unimaginable deeds.

My ancestors were European.

Some from the East,

Some from the West.

They held unusual beliefs,

and refused to be free.

They understood little, and argued much,

Over insignificant matters,

And thought no one would care.

What kind of people were they?

They were people who appeared

To be something other than what they really were.

People with secrets.

People with children.

People with enemies.

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