
They think that I should cook and clean,
and be a model wife.
I tell
them it's more interesting
to study Grandpa's life.
They simply do not
understand
why I hate to go to bed . . .
I'd rather do two hundred years
of
research work instead.
Why waste the time we have on earth
just snoring
and asleep?
When we can learn of ancestors
that sailed upon the deep?
We
have Priests, Rabbis, lawmen, soldiers,
more than just a few.
And yes, there's
many scoundrels,
and a bootlegger or two.
How can a person find this life
an
awful drudge or bore?
When we can live the lives of all
those folks who came
before?
A hundred years from now of course,
no one will ever know
Whether
I did laundry,
but they'll see our Tree and glow . . .
'Cause their dear
old granny left for them,
for all posterity,
not clean hankies and the like,
but
a finished family tree.
My home may be untidy,
'cause I've better things
to do . . .
I'm checking all the records
to provide us with a clue.
Old
great granny's pulling roots
and branches out with glee,
Her clothes ain't
hanging out to dry,
she's hung up on the Tree.
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© 1999, Cathy Coplen
ccoplen@gte.net