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Kinsman- A poem

KINSMAN (Original Poem by Wayne Hand, 1999)
Alas, my elusive kinsman You've led me quite a chase

I thought I'd found your courthouse

But the Yankees burned the place.
You always kept your bags packed

Although you had no fame,

and Just for the fun of it ...

Twice you changed your name.
You never owed any man, or At least I found no bills

In spite of eleven offspring You never left a will.
They say our name's from Europe

Came state side on a ship Either they lost the passenger list

Or grandad gave them the slip.
I'm the only one that's looking

Another searcher I can't find

I play (maybe that's his father's name)

As I go out of my mind.
They said you had a headstone

In a shady plot

I've been there twenty times,

and Can't even find the lot.
You never wrote a letter

Your Bible we can't find

It's probably in some attic

Out of sight and out of mind.
You first married a ......Smith

And just to set the tone

The other four were Sarahs

And every one a Jones.
You cost me two fortunes

One of which I did not have

My wife, my house, and Fido

God, how I miss that yellow lab.
But somewhere you slipped up, Ole Boy

Somewhere you left a track

And if I don't find you this year

Well.....Next year I'll be back

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Comment by Richard Baldwin Cook on May 8, 2012 at 7:26pm: Sweet poem. True, too.

Here's one for you:

On Not Questioning My Grandmother

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