The Family Tree
Why do they call it a Family Tree?
My child curiously asked of me.
I thought for a moment, then tried to explain
How generations go on.. their lives not in vain.
From roots buried deeply beneath the earth
Comes the very foundation of our family’s birth.
Each root brings its own gift to help form the tree,
As our Ancestors each left their legacy
The trunk of the tree is our very core
Holding life … love … and so much more.
Home base to return to when life gets too rough,
Support and acceptance when the world gets too tough.
From the trunk other branches grow,
Forming the beautiful tree that we know.
Each limb is different .. each plays a role,
Different strengths .. yet sharing one soul.
If one branch is broken, the tree feels the pain,
Sap runs like tears until it heals again.
Families , like branches, spread out from the tree
But, part of them remains through eternity.
Like leaves caught up in a gust of wind
Carried away … some come home again.
Nestling around the base of the tree
Close to the Roots that gave life selflessly.
©Sharon Langan 7/29/01
Written for the VanBever/Tucker Reunion of 2001
|Poetry Index|Home|
Guest Book
|E-Mail|
|
|
|