Ancestors

They walk beside us, unseen guides,
in the curve of a nose, the shade of an eye.
The resilience etched in generations past,
a story whispered from the soil.
They fought, they loved, they dreamed, they fell,
leaving fragments of their spirit here.
In the stories told, the traditions kept,
their echoes resonate, a constant hum.
We carry their battles, their wisdom, their art,
a lineage of souls, a living stream.
Their struggles forged the path we tread,
their hopes, the seeds from which we bloom,
a legacy of grit and grace,
etched in the very air we breathe.