This is a beautiful poem written by that prolific poet known only as Anonymous, given to me by my friend, travel buddy, and relative on the Cruckshank side, Marguerita.
Feel free to pass it along.

Ancestors

If you could see your ancestors

All standing in a row

Would you be proud of them or not

Or don't you really know?

Some strange discoveries are made

In climbing family trees

And some of them, you know, do not

Particularly please.

If you could see your ancestors

All standing in a row

There might be some of them perhaps

You wouldn't care to know

But there's another question, which

Requires a different view:

If you could meet your ancestors

Would they be proud of you?