My Family Tree
Trees have many meanings
to folks both near and far.
From raking colored leaves
each fall
to swinging high to reach a
star.
Trees mean a comforting
rustle
when a slight breeze blows
through,
To making you hide your head
as it bangs against the roof.
As you sit beneath its out
stretched branches
and secretly carve your
initials there,
You show the whole world that
you have a love
and that you really care.
Family trees mean tracing
genealogy from you
to way back when life
started,
And giving an eternal
opportunity to those
who have already parted.
My family tree has many
memories
of funny and sad life's
events;
But I choose to remember my
hugs
and the beautiful tender
moments.
From my children, all grown
to adults now;
to my grandchildren numbering
eleven,
That someday (I pray so
fervently)
that we'll all be together in
heaven.
I treasure so dear my
sweetie,
who is the trunk of my Family
Tree;
Even tho' we waited so very
long
for him to be a part of you
and me.
So when I look out my window
and gaze at my tall green
tree,
I think of all these things,
but especially of you with
me.
Patty Bancroft Roberts
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