An Heirloom of Rhymes 

 I seek a Bloodline, my Family Tree
  An heirloom of lives unknown to me
To every life there was a season, 
There was a Rhyme, there was a reason. 

And as time comes and then departs 
So do our lives, but not our hearts.
Generations will surely record the seasons
  Reveal the dates and offer reasons. 

But only hearts can sense the Rhyme
  For hearts go on beyond their time.
 I've found a kinship just in knowing 
That spring Rhymes saw the same sun as autumn. 

For I sang my Rhyme beneath the same sky
  As did my kin, so Will my child.
 Who were the ones who left this trail?
  In my search I cannot fail..

  But grasp a legacy solely mine.
  For Who I am, is in the Rhyme. 

 

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