Blue Family Carol

Blue Family Carol “From the foothills to the Catskills, my blood spills Appalachian. My people sailed Atlantic Avenue to Eastern America Started in New England, moved down to the South, Wed and planted the seeds of a Blue Family on a Druid City Drive” Beneath these Oaks my Grandma spoke, “Mama - one of these seeds Had daughters and sons - of 4 of us children, the oldest one was me. Then I had my own three, your mother the baby, then came you and your brothers Your maternal trail’s full of many tales of branches on your tree.” Her story lines the map of my heart Planted in an Alabama garden It marks the memory and pain Of our childhood-days, the canopy of our family life From the live oak, to the magnolia, we are an arboretum And we grew up here together and weathered hurricanes Gathered round at Christmas, swam in summertime Mourned in times of loss, danced in times of shine, shared whiskey in the evening light And around the table, we’d share the fables - some we’ve heard before Bout aunts and uncles, and cousins, and legends of our family lore Spoke of parents’ behavior and how it was taken with the ones they bore And we laugh and we cry and we live and we die together on this drive These stories line the map of my heart Planted in an Alabama garden It marks the memory and the pain and the beauty of Of our childhood-days, the canopy of our family life Woah, Blue Druids Life’s passages, we all go threw em Let’s sing a carol To our special love Our branches tangle into One another And just like my grandma said so When your time comes to go In our memory and blood In our love and our words We will carry you on