Their wildest dreams

I am my Ancestors wildest dreams
I am that which that they decreed –
which would be rejected
but, elevated through
projection and protection
of love’s essence –
those glorious souls
whose shoulders
hold me aloft
are known to scoff –
at such talk
that they
hadn’t conceived
that this seed
or seeds
would aspire to
be their wildest dreams.

And that ain’t glorious?

Food for the soul is known to make you whole.

An easter egg… by way of a live reading from yours truly.

Published by Shun P. Writes

Author, Genealogist, Writer, Poet, Podcast Host, possessor of 2 cents, Blogger and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that: "People need to get off of their rump and do something". All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way. View all posts by Shun P. Writes