What Makes an Ancestor?

What Makes an Ancestor?

White hair,  
long,  
braided down your back,  
or flowing freely,  
catching the whispers of the wind.  

Face marked  
by the feet 
of at least two dozen crows;  
the more, the wiser.  
One whose count   
of sunsets remaining,  
no longer outnumbers  
those sunsets seen.  
 
And yet, 
And yet...   

Is that little girl,  
in her yellow rain boots  
helping frogs cross the road,  
not an Ancestor  
to each and every tadpole  
born that spring?  

Or the young man,  
who adopts  
a pregnant dog  
from the local shelter,  
not an Ancestor 
to innumerable generations   
of pups to come?  

Is the farmer  
who decides against using
toxic chemicals,  
not an Ancestor  
to every plant and seed,   
ant and bee,  
living on that land?  

And the elementary school class,  
who spent their Sunday  
cleaning up the beach,  
are those children   
not Ancestors  
to every inch of life  
that sand supports?  

Age does not denote wisdom;  
Length of life does not equate  
to depth of experience;  
Ancestor is not Elder.   

While I hope to live  
long enough,  
and well enough,  
to be considered both,  
I can be an Ancestor   
now, here, today,  
without needing to have raised  
any babies of my own.  

What kind of Ancestor do I want to be?  
One who loved this world fully,  
and lived my life, 
in my own way.  

xx

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