----- Original Message ----- From: <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Friday, April 14, 2000 9:45 AM Subject: [BRINKLEY] Genealogist poem > hi, > > Here is a poem someone sent me, > > Tawsha > > > TODAY I VISITED YESTERDAY > By Pat Conner Rice > > Today I visited yesterday, > And walked among the graves > Of family and friends from long ago. > Whose memory had begun to fade. > > The graves were unattended > As were my thoughts of them > When a vision of the ages past > Brought back my sense of kin. > > The vision showed the church lawn > On a crisp summer day > The table spread, the food prepared > And friends who would break bread > > All my relatives were there. > Both young and old > Grandma and I walked hand and hand > Sharing stories never told > > We laughed and cried and > Shared our thoughts. > And I found the friend I thought I lost. > As the sun began to fade > > The church bell rang out clear > Grandma and the others slowly disappeared > Today I visited yesterday > And now the memory is strong > > Of the family from which I came > AND NOW BELONG > > ___________ > >