• christine

Through the generations

.


I married a man

whose grandmother came from Ireland

in disgrace.

A dead lover lost at sea.

I married a man

whose father was an orphan.

Adopted then abandoned,

left like a lost puppy

outside the convent walls.

I married a man

who never knew his grandfather’s name,

or exactly from whence he came.

I married a man

strong and wise,

who gave me a child.

I married a man

whose child I hold in my heart.

She married a man

who gave her two children,

to love and to hold.