by laurel abercrombie
laurel abercrombie writes poems about her family tree, stretching back centuries
my mother
belonged to four or five book clubs
and sampled countless herbal teas
her mother
had a royal (regal?) manner
but was always nice to me
her mother’s mother (my great-grandmther)
was, as a matter of course,
a student of genealogy
and her mother, in the mists of time
was a suffragette
and as proud of it as she could be
further back than that
the ladies blur into one another
sad as it is to say that
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details are a bit scarce
except for their names ( many of them recurring)
and the numbers of their offspring
but i assert with confidence
that they all dreamed of being free
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