6.20.2006

poem #18

"father's day"-

Thanks to a geneologist, today I traced
my lineage to William Bradford.
My daughter cried a lot today, fighting sleep;
such high pitches can be ordeals
unto themselves, to be sure. Thirteen
generations ago, the Gov.
would not begin to think of me, nor of
his 14th generation, much loved,
(and most beautiful) much removed
offspring. Bethany Margaret will
Know his name, and the names of

two kings of Capitol Hill
also, although by a stretch, among her kin,
but she will
LOVE my name:
Daddy. No other sur- or given, despite
the family tree, can be the same.

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