Sisters, Mormons, Pagans and Poems
(On learning that one of my sisters had written a poem after she found that our Mormon sister had traced our ancestry back to Mother Earth.)
She, a Pagan of sorts,
pushed a little at the other,
a Mormon,
who digs at the past
for celestial salvation,
and the welfare of people long dead. 
And, I, orthodox
as cement,
wanted my say:
about Pagans and Mormons;
praying the past
out of some type of purgatory;
a mixture of family trees;
Mother Earth, goddesses;
and my own pride in the Irish, the Scots
and the English;
But! someone kept standing
in my way -- His hand
on a wooden object --
not a family tree,
A cross.
by Viola Larson
(This poem is referring to a poem written by my sister, Elizabeth Trotter, On Learning My Sister Has Traced Our Ancestry Back To Mother Earth ( Wisconsin Academy Review: A Journal of Wisconsin Culture), Spring 1991
vol.37, no.2.)
