i’ve been okay for most of my days
oblivious to the happenings of yesterday
but there’s a lingering thought and i wonder
about my roots that have far wandered

scrolling through a random page
i saw a man who shared my name and birthplace
a poet, a father, a scholar in time—
could he be the ghost in this blood of mine?

and i think about what he’d think of me
having the same interests and drive as he
would he be proud, would he be happy
knowing about his blood and legacy

i wish i met him and the ones before
at the least, i wish i knew about our lore
46 years gone, but you still linger
in the winds felt by your great granddaughter