<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=366472" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Question Me Now, My Children</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Question Me Now, My children</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ask questions of me, my children<br>For time has a way…<br>Of slipping through fingers<br>Like reapers through hay</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your heritage is a treasure<br>That one day you’ll have need<br> Questions in need of answers<br>And no answers to heed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Was your great grandfather<br>A brown-eyed lad<br>Was your great grandmother<br>Perhaps a little bit mad</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ask about your ancestry<br>So interesting and rich<br>Was great aunt Sarah just an ol’ maid…<br>Or was she really a witch</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How did they live the course of their day<br>And how the difference from yours<br>You live in a city, in a modern way<br>Perhaps they lived in the moors</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How did your father meet your mother<br>What was their courtship like<br>And did grandmaw, elope with grandpaw<br>Did cousin Jenny marry up with uncle Mike</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Did great-great grandmaw come from Ireland<br>Was her name “Whalen” changed from “Whelan”<br>By careless and lazy immigration officials<br>At a bustling and confusing, Ellis Island</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Did these people bite their fingernails<br>Have a wart on their nose<br>Have children die prematurely<br>Enjoy happiness, suffer woe</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Question me now, my children<br>For I get older, soon will come my time to go<br>And ‘twill be too late and ‘sadly twill be your fate<br>Of your rich heritage to ne’er know</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Ask questions of me, my children <br>Before time takes me to task<br>Else when and what you wish to know<br>There will no one to ask</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Whalen">David Whalen</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=366472" data-title="Question Me Now, My Children de David Whalen" data-description="Question Me Now, My children Ask questions of me, my children For time has a way… Of slipping through fingers Like reapers through hay Your heritage is a treasure That one day you’ll have need Questions in need of answers And no answers to ..."></div> </div> </div>

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