I’ve seen pictures of them,
The men of my family.
Though I’ve never met most, they are part
Of me. I am their resolve.
My men were strong and solid.
They swaggered a little.
They tilted their hats to one side
And leaned against trucks.
They laughed and dreamed. Some
Were reckless to the point of sin.
They held themselves upright,
Though life would blow to bow them down.
Proud of their ability and construct,
They worked with wood and
With machines, with tools and with dirt.
Insightful craftsmen and engineers.
I know their structures.
Silent musicians of my past.
I hear their songs.
Before I was born.
My men gave me life and strength.
Before I was born,
I accepted their endowments,
Both good and bad,
Fine and faulty.
Forming my life with their
Perseverance,
I am their labor.
Susan Patterson
February 2014
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