Thursday, June 9, 2011


Voices in My Heart

It was the first day of census, and all through the land

Each pollster was ready, a black book in hand.

He mounted his horse for a long dusty ride,

His books and his quills were tucked close by his side.

A long dusty ride down a road barely there

Toward the smell of fresh bread wafting up through the air.

The woman was tired, with lines in her face,

And the wisps of brown hair she tucked back into place.

She gave him some water, as they sat at the table

And answered his questions the best she was able.

He asked her of children....yes she had quite a few.

The oldest was twenty, the youngest not two.

She held up a toddler, with cheeks round and red.

His sister she whispered, was napping in bed.

She noted each person who lived there with pride,

And she felt the faint stirring of the wee one inside.

She noted the sex, the color, the age.

The marks from the quill soon filled up the page.

At the number of children, she nodded her head

And he saw her lips quiver for the ones that were dead.

The places of birth she never forgot.....

Was it Carolina, or Tennessee, or Georgia or not?

They came from Scotland, of that she was clear.

But she wasn’t quite sure, just how long they’d been here.

They spoke of employment, of schooling and .

They could read some, and write some...though really not much.

When questions were answered, his job there was done,

So he mounted his horse, and rode toward the sun.

We can almost imagine, his voice loud and clear,

May Bod bless you all for another ten years.

Now picture a time’s now you and me

As we search for the people on our family tree.

We squint at the census, and scroll down so slow

As we search for that entry from so long ago.

Could they only imagine on that long ago day,

That the entries they made would affect us this way.

If they knew.....would they wonder at the yearning we feel,

And the searching that makes them so increasingly real?

We can hear if we listen, the words they impart

Through the blood in their veins, and their voice in our heart.

Author Unknown

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