One of the Lives

If my ancestors hadn't made the choice
to leave their home, lives, and traditions in Wales
for a new, uncertain life in the New World of America,
then the generations throughout the years
wouldn't have led to the little town of Enoch, Utah
where my great grandpa Hulet who
at the tender age of 11 fell in love at first site with my great grandma
and boarded in a house across the street from her
and if they hadn't married, then my grandma wouldn't have
learned how to sing so that she could go to Salt Lake
to sing in the Tabernacle and if my grandpa didn't go to war
and experienced it's many perils and if he didn't know how to drive
he would not have come home and traveled to Salt Lake
and began to fall in love with my grandma
and if my father hadn't gone to live in Mesquite with his friend
or chosen to go to SUU in Cedar where he met my mother
and if my mother hadn't dated crazy bald guys in her life
she wouldn't know that my father was the one
I would not have found myself sitting here
writing a poem of how I grew into me today
with nerves and excitement penetrating every particle
as I fill out a college application
nor have seen my life change from a dependent, carefree child
into an independent young adult believing what I do
I would not have seen what the world has to offer
in a land so different from my own but equally as adventurous.