Photograph: Sharron R. McMillan
Do we search for our beginnings
in order to understand our end.
A way to explain who we have become
or excuse what we have done.
It seems important, for some reason
to know the roots that produced us.
As though digging for buried treasure
hoping something of value will turn up.
A story to polish and display
or a character unheard of
in our family play.
It becomes an addiction, in a way
looking for life
way back in the day.
©2015 Sharron R. McMillan
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