It is! And now I'm tracking down a female line, the wife of one of my father's ancestors, the Carters. Another trail leading back to Virginia, but so far, it just seems they hired indentured servants to farm their land.
I really like the parallel you created in the first and last stanzas: the burnt-brown leaves being the obituaries, the mushed grass, a confirmation certificate, the tiny spheres, the family data...
No imagination needed... you are a version of your Mother!
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