She is the lover of quiet things and poetry, my Muse. She looks like she was made of a solid peice of high quality rose quartz. She loves to sit next to my gem pool with the three large gem towers.
She came out of her shell when my grandfather died and helped me to see that no matter what has happened in my family, they are just that, FAMILY! No one or anything will ever change that. So I took what I had found out; through genealogy, and shared it with them. Most of it was pictures and some documents, but they all loved it. That surprised me; but it was like they had also learned that family is family.
We have fought against each other
And side by side with each other
We have had our sorrows, trials and pains
Some shared openly; most not
We have lived hard lives
Harder than most
We lived without so much
And we learned how to make do
We picked on each other
And played with each other
We fought and bickered and bitched
About each other
We stood by each other
And held each other�s hands
We were the Houghton�s
We have been through hell
Together and apart
Time passed, and we went our separate ways
We lost track of each other
We continued our lives without sharing
We lost sight of who we were
We are not just the Houghton�s
We are siblings, same flesh and blood
We are family