While I was visiting family in Florida, my Grandfather revealed how he found a family bible dating back before they migrated to the USA from Ireland.Inside, I found a poem written by asuming a realtive that was cut out of a newspaper. I then used the poem to inspire my Project 365 of that day. This is how the poem goes:
My Mother's Bible
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This book is all that’s left me now,
tears will forbidden start—
with faltering lip and throbbing brow
I press it to my heart.
For many generations past,
here is our family tree!
My mother’s hand this Bible clasped
she, dying, gave it to me.

Ah! Well do I remember those
who names those records bear,
who round the hearthstone used to close
after the evening prayer.
And speak of what these pages said,
in tones my heart would thrill
though they are with the silent dead,
here they are living still!

My father read this holy book
to brothers, sisters, dear;
how calm was my poor mother’s look,
who pleased God’s word to hear.
Her angel face—I see it yet!
What thronging memories come;
again that little group is met
within the halls of home!

Thou truest friend man ever knew,
thy constancy I’ve tried;
when all were false I found then true,
my counselor and guide.
The mines of earth no treasure give
that could this volume buy;
in teaching me the way to live,
it taught me to die.