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Poems that have been passed down the generations


Valued Member
I have a poem that I vaguely remembered my Grandmother reciting to us when we were little. We used to beg her recite it over an over again. It was passed down word of mouth by her Mother etc. My Mother remembered some of it, but I "googled" it and found it recently.

Does anyone else have childhood poems to share. I'm always looking for a new repertoire of things to recite to my Granddaughters.

Here's mine:

Flo’s Letter
A sweet little baby brother
has come to live with Flo
She wanted him brought to the table
So he could eat and grow
You must wait for a while, said grandma
In answer to her plea
For a dear little thing that has no teeth
Can't eat like you and me
Why hasn't he got teeth grandma?
Asked Flo in great surprise
Oh my, but isn't it funny
No teeth but nose and eyes
That afternoon to a corner
With paper pen and ink
Went Flo saying
Don't talk to me
Or you'll disturb my think
I'm writing a letter grandma
And it's got to go tonight
And because it's very important
I want to get it right
At last, the letter was finished, a beautiful sight to see
Directed up to Heaven, then Flo read it to me:
Dear God,
The baby you sent us is very nice and sweet,
but because you forgot his toofies
the poor little thing can't eat.
That's why I'm writing this letter,
on purpose to let you know,
please come and finish our baby
That's all, from little Flo


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Colne Lancs
Nice poem JMR that made me smile.
I remember one from when I was very very young that has stuck for some reason ( or at least I think I do, I'm sure someone will help if Ive got it wrong lol)

A group of young soldiers, one night sat in camp,
of sweathearts they talked for a while.
They all seemmed quite happy,
but one young man,
and he was down hearted and sad.
"Come Jim wont you join us" said one of the boys,
"I'm sure there is someone you know"
But Jim shook his head, and softly he said,
" Young man, I'm in love with two,
one has hair of silver, the other hair of gold,
one is young and beautiful, the other is bent and old,
for these are the lives that are dear to me
and from them I will never depart.
For one is my mother, god bless her I love her,
and the other is my sweetheart"

Found this Poem on the elvingtonhistory.org it was published in The Parish Mgazine in 1878 thought it might be of interest.
Forgotten Graves
Underneath the churchyard grass
Lie the quiet dead;
Many an aching heart at rest
Many a weary head;
Many a life whose story, long
Long hath passed away,
Many a life which closed on earth
but as yesterday

To the graves of yesterday
Come kind, gentle feet,
And upon them loving hands
Scatter flowers sweet;
But the graves of long ago
There are none to tend;
All who cared have passed away-
Brother, sister, friend

Bring sweet flowers, lay them down
On forgotten graves,
Where the mossy stone is grey,
And the long graves waves:
Tears have fallen, hearts have ached,
Full as bitterly,
O'er the graves of long ago
As of yesterday

madison, New York
This is not one that was passed, I don't remember any from my youth:'( , but I had found a few that I loved back when I was making a dvd for my family and here was one that was good. Even though they love the dvd sometimes I think they get a little tired of my main interest being our ancestors :2fun: good thing the love me anyway. Joyce


What's in a name?
The talented poet asked.
Look deep – listen:
The pulse of our ancestors.
The heartbeat of nations past

Look into a name.
What do you see?
Letters only?
Look deeper.
See the people
Who lived that name.
Not letters – but flesh and blood.
Flesh to our flesh.
Blood to our blood.
Faith to our faith.

You who bore my name,
Were your thoughts passed to me?
Do I dream your dreams?
The sun you saw I see.
The moon plays for us both.
Days are days.
Years are years.
But centuries separate us.

You who lived centuries ago
With my name.
Did you see me then?
You have not left this earth!
You live in my name.
You live in me.
I give you earthly immortality.

My eyes see a different land.
My ears hear different sounds.
But we worship in unison.
The God of your youth.

My faith you have given me.
The God who watched over you
Watches over me.
Centuries collapse as Faith unites.

Leave you, my ancestor?
I could never leave you
Without leaving myself.
I take pride in you.
The soil of your homeland
Rests in my heart.
Your native language
Is the melody of your dreams.

I look into your name
And see myself.

~ written by W.H. Zoschak


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Thanks for sharing these lovely poems!

They are wonderful, and write to the very soul of genealogy. It'a about the people, the communities they enhanced, the memories they invoke, rather than a collection of names and dates in a database.

with gratitude,

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