Sarah Jane Tait my great-great-great Grandmother

Ancestors Ode
I am the child they never knew, the one they left behind. No one can rob them from me, what they left is now mine. Language, looks and laughter, their voices echo in through time and shimmer in the midst of summer breeze, ancient voices rise. Generations live through us, what they've lost they've gained, what they knew not of, they have learnt for what they've died without we have now grasped and took and when we stand upon their graves remember they have seen and captured a brief glimpse of the happiness that gleams. Their suffering they've encountered, all the misery they've seen, the moment which they've hoped their passing it came! For we are free and thriving oppressed and starved no more. All the agony once encountered...

has all but passed away and owe we do to our forefathers whose sacrifice has payed.