When I was a little girl I would wander
through ancient woods and historic villages
admiration, reverence, longing to know
wishing, praying I could travel through time
with a yearning of how we got here.
Now, I flick through records and photographs
curious wonderment in my brown eyes
watching the branches stretch into history
stories of miners and farm labourers.
It really was another world.
If I was born in Victorian England
I might be a maid in the houses of Chelsea
or a farmers daughter without a trade
trying my hardest to simply exist.
Just another face in the crowd.
As the lines falter through time’s trees
mysteries remain; never to be resolved.
Ancestors circling around the globe
India, Australia, Wales and home
bequeathing a nomadic legend.
Inspired by one of my favourite television shows Who Do You Think You Are? and my passion for researching my ancestry.
Charlie Ann Alford 
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