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You are to be a challenge

This title "Family Tree"

As I set to bring you to life

I will start with what I see.



Your branches spread in dignity

Upon a parchment page.

The symbol of genealogy

You now, have set the stage.



Your trunk of majestic beauty

separates two family names.

A blank line placed beneath each branch

to tell of whence we came.



So as I begin this story,

It soon will be plainly seen . . .

That my tree, leans in the winds of questions

There really is, no ~

me.



Adopted as a baby,

and placed in loving arms

I was granted the love of family

when I could have come to harm.



To ask of them the questions

Would only bring them pain

So I tried to search for records

but the questions still remain.



I am somewhere a written page

sealed within a vault.

A victom of antiquated laws

No one will take the fault.



I do not want to cause a problem.

I simply need to see,

A statement of my beginning

the person . . . really me.



It seems to me a travisty

At my ripe old age,

That I am not allowed to see

What is written on my page.



Do I look just like my mother?

Was my father's name ~ maybe ~ Joe?

I guess in all my lifetime

I may never really know.



God Bless the mother given me,

My father now is gone.

If I were to ask of her my questions

She would feel it was so wrong!



My grown children now have joined me

In the wonderings of my past.

They want to know their heritage.

It is their right to ask.



Please understand, I have no doubt

That I am truly loved.

For all that they have given me

I thank the Lord above!



Of what I know, my name is Lesa.

My Father's name was Dale.

My Mother's name is Betty,

I don't think there was a Gayle.



I am the grandaughter of Nina.

My grandfather's name was John.

Of who has always been my family

I could go on and on!



So whose names rightfully should appear

On my side of the tree?

The family that has always loved me

And their history.



Because I know within my heart

that this is what should be

I often feel the pangs of the guilt

Of my disloyalty?



For I will always wonder,

when I see a Family Tree ~

If one of the names beneath its branches

Really should be

~Me~