Cry with the ancestors long gone Family we've never met Cry with them now as they cried then... Stoking fires of wet wood Mending what would not be fixed And burying their babies. Cry with them now as they once cried... In childbirth In war And in love. Laugh with them too, For the fever broke And the baby lived And what was lost was found In the still morning Of yet another sunrise Just beyond the horizon Where we now Stand.
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