I only know a little about my family tree,
but they shared their warmth and kindness--sweet heritage for me.
Here and there a skeleton rattled a branch or two,
Slipped back into oblivion, I guess, obscure, when it was through.
There never was much money, they worked for what they had,
Together, rich in laughter, even when times were bad.
Ordinary, common folk, I thought they were divine,
Because love wove magic in their lives, turned water into wine
Midst mountains of challenges, and that mostly was their lot;
But they stood for each other, and family is what I got.
Reading wealth within your words, your heart is to revere;
Friend or family, we, too, are blessed to love you, Balladeer.