Van Sandick dicht
Genealogical poetry
Ever since the internet came about, this poem has been circling genealogical fora and websites, but the author remains a mystery.
Ancestry
- When speaking of our ancestry,
- My mother’s eyes would shine,
- And proudly she would tell us all,
- You ’re of the Tudor line.
- But Father with a smile would say,
- “While bearing that in mind,
- You keep your eyes on goals ahead
- not those that lie behind.
- You have a noble ancestry
- But all are dead and gone.
- ’Tis you who have to prove your worth—
- Not those who ’ve journeyed on.
- And back along that Tudor line,
- ’Tis sorry truth I state,
- There may be some you can’t approve
- And even some you ’d hate.
- The way to prove your ancestry
- is what you are yourself,
- Not by the charted family tree
- In book upon the shelf.
- So try to be an ancestor
- Within the time allowed,
- Of whom your children’s children
- in the future can be proud.”
Author unknown.
