We Trace Our Roots

there are ways of tracing our roots
where we come from
why we are here

how our forefathers braved
the seas and survived the big waves
of uncertainties
the cold, dark nights of their fears

how they all believed in dreams
how they trusted the direction given by the stars
how they solidified their hearts
with faith and hope
and love

as i listen to all of you talk about the stories
of our ancestors
my mind begins to to grow and travel
like roots
deep down the earth
tracing some humus
where i must live again
perhaps ever braver than the pioneers

they are our ancestors
and i think, they still believe that since we come from them
we must all be like them,

my dear cousin, now we have become the roots ourselves
and another child shall come
in the future
and listen some more, wanting to become branches and leaves and flowers

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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