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Rated: E · Poetry · Family · #2195098
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.

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