One by one they slipped away
Whittling down the generations
After years of holding sway
at our family celebrations
Always there at every turn
Nudging when I'd misbehave.
Sadly, I would never learn
the tales they carried to the grave
Now those family tales are gone
Vanished like a shooting star
Whittling down the lexicon
we use to picture who we are
I wish I'd asked them, one by one,
to tell me everything they'd done
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