FAMILY TREE

By Laura Velli

We Start Out Small Inside Our Mothers With Care,

Then We’re Born Into The Nice Clean Air.

Our Mother And Father Are First To Greet Us.

Then Grandma and Grandpa Show Up To Meet Us.

As the Family Gathers And Describe All Our Traits.

My Genealogy Journey Becomes Part Of My Fate.

As I Grow And Learn, I Trace All The Names.

Of Those Faces That Love Me And Played All My Games.

It’s A Family Quest, A Journey Of Mine.

It’s The Past I Seek, Cause It Comforts My Mind.

It’s My Family Trees That Are Most Interesting To Me.

From The Past To The Present, We All Come To Be.

March 26, 2009

In Loving Memory





In Loving Memory To My Sister,
Dorothy Arlene Harrington Miller
September 22, 1935 ~ March 25, 2009



God Saw You Getting Tired,
And A Cure Was Not To Be.
So He Put His Arms Around You
And Whispered, Come To Me.

With Tearful Eyes We Watch You
And Saw You Pass Away.
Although We Loved You Dearly,
We Could Not Make You Stay.

A Golden Heart Stopped Beating,
Hard Working Hands At Rest.
God Broke Our Hearts to Prove To Us,
He Only Takes The Best.

Dort,
With All My Love And Admiration.
I Love You!
"Butch"



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