Family Tree

I hug its trunk
still a bulwark, rooted
in ancient wisdom

a go to place
when life’s heat
crisps a slow burn

healing self in its
dappled shade, mentally
I hug selective boughs

Physical asunder and
Time have been my
Two main adversaries

In emotional upheavals
I give the tree an angry shake
Only sappy flakes disengage

solid stolid boughs
Hang firm – strong shoulders
My havens, a phone call away








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