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ON BEING AN ANCESTRESS (TO MY GREAT-GREAT, GRANDCHILDREN), by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: I shall not care for it, I'm sure
Last Line: From your great-great grandmother's dust!
Subject(s): Ancestry & Ancestors


I SHALL not care for it, I'm sure,
The being dead, you know, my dears,
And hanging primly on the wall—
Just looking on for years and years!

Ah, no, I'm sure I shall not like
To be imprisoned there in paint;
I, who love being up-to-date,
Shall never care for being—quaint!

Of course I'll do the proper thing,
And hang serenely in my place
Beside your great-great grandpapa—
A wifely smile upon my face!

And you will all look up to me—
Believe, no doubt, I was a saint,
For all my faults, of course, will be
Quite blotted out by time and—paint!

No doubt your honored parents, dears,
Will point my portrait out and say:
"Your great-great granny would be shocked—
Things were so different in her day!"

And I'll not say a word, nor smile—
I'll look demure, show no suprise—
But, dears, if you seek sympathy,
I think you'll find it in my eyes!

And if you stand and look at me,
And, wistful, wonder if I knew
The pain, the passion and the stress
Of life, as they are felt by you—

Come closer, dears, and never tell—
To you a secret I'll entrust:
Your flaming hearts have caught their fire
From your great-great grandmother's dust!





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