Family tree leaves drop
to ground carpeted with names.
Soon none above me.
I saw the prompt "movement" over at One Single Impression, and the one thought that stayed with me was that one. Perhaps it is the cold snap coming through, the deadness of winter, that provided the seed for it.
Of course, the leaves don't really ever fall from the branches of our family tree, even in death, even in divorce, even if it's our strongest desire. But generations sometimes appear to shake the tree loose of those before, and it really feels as if much older ones are no longer there.
None of my children ever met my grandparents or any other relative of that generation. They never met my father. The same is true when it comes to the relatives on my husband's side. To my children, those people might as well be historical figures along the lines of George Washington or Abraham Lincoln. They learn an anecdote or two about them and can give you an approximate date of their time on earth. Anything else is just crunching through dead leaves.