Though I did not sit on your knee.
I have felt you next to me.
Even though I have not seen your face.
I have heard your laugh.
I may not have known your praise.
Still I feel accomplished in your grace.
Telling your tale is the song in my heart.
Learning your wisdom is my start.
I may only be a branch,
my children the leaves.
We are all bound together in family.
Even if you don't know me.
Pages turn in history.
Echoes of what was,
has yet to come to be.
I see your face is in my son's.
Our hair is a wave,
that can not be controlled.
Your dimple kisses my daughter's face.
Thank you for existing!
So I could be part of the human race!