A letter to my ancestors:
I’m one of your great-granddaughters.
I’m sorry that we never met.
My life was shaped by you and yet
we never will sit down and talk.
I’ll never see the streets you walked.
There’s stories that I’ll never know,
that are lost in time’s endless flow.
You always will be family
‘cause those who love you, now love me.
To me, you’re stories, pictures, names.
You’re reminders that life does change,
but, in the end, I love you too.
I’d not be me, if you weren’t you.

-Emily Roberts