In every family there is one central soul,
the energetic heart that pumps life blood to all,
the bond of it all for each dear, living member.
And even once gone, he or she, a living memory,
nourishes all who remain behind, encircles them,
a golden chain of descendancy for all family now and following,
and each generation links the next one to those that came before.
The winter of dying away will always come, but there is always
the promise of spring always coming again, a promise of how
that one nature’s force brings another ring, we know, in ancestral union.

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