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Last week, some of the Shreve cousins had a chat about our ancestry. It was prompted by an email showing
our paternal line, going back a few generations. One cousin then asked about the maternal line –
where was that in the family tree? Which reminded me that, for years, I’ve had a sampler done by my
great grandmother on my mother’s side. A small treasure, which prompted a sonnet. So for this
week’s Wednesday Poem, I’ve chosen Susan Dixon’s Sampler, from my book, Belonging (Sono Nis Press).