A great Grandfather unknown.
From the Mallory Bible you've flown.
An image on an old tin-type.
It's amazing, we look alike.
1839, born a hundred years away.
To know your story before my day.
Your father was Charles, It's plain to see.
Your mother was Nancy? Or can that be?
Your brother was Charles B.
On points, you're ahead of me.
The past is hard to see.
What happened to Charlie?
Did you join the war?
What did you do before?
Lydia, Sam, Harriet, and Billy.
To a circuit-rider, a family.
I know our primary connection.
The unknown, I wish affection.
Pursuing with current means, rejection.
Continuing until perfection.
1879-RIP!
