In our dysfunctional childhoods, there was a solid foundation to help root us.
|You were the trunk of our family tree –
at least in the view from my eyes
you lifted our branches with constant support,
your nature both caring and wise.
You brought us together at Christmas each year –
a chance for us children to know
our clouds could depart as you gave us the sun.
You fed us and helped us to grow.
As now I’m a mother I think of the pain
you must have felt down to your core
to see the two limbs who directly branched out
have structures both gnarled and poor.
I hope if you’re watching from heaven above
you see how we offshoots survived.
Because of those moments you nurtured our souls –
it’s thanks to you, Grandma, we thrived.