In the folds of coziness, cradle

& into serenity, seep

Listen, hear the story of here

Threads of thoughts

Faintly falling

Marrows of memories

Of the forbearers who bore us

Their voices tell us of times

When comfort was woven by hand

Memories of moments

When shelter was just a fragile veil

Thinly stretched beneath the rain

Of steady leaks & bitter cold

& the wet weight of their reality

Listen

These memoirs are moisturizer

For the flesh, yours

Though, it all feels far

From the life we know, comparatively

This raw optic, of their perspective

Imprints an appreciation

Of the canopies of comfort

Above our heads now

Now, past the dryness

We savor the sound, WOW

&, Just as their DNA was passed

&, Just as they wove this fabric

Their stories serve an ancestoral step

As their anatomy articulates

& our tympanum translates

Again, biological bestowal occurs

A final pitch, of perspective

An eternal gratitude, now stitched-in

Instilling in us the inherited instinct

Of rain & reverence