Family Tree

FAMILY TREE A storm was threatening all week The tree was a warning to see The wind rocked our tree’s roots weak . Not our best, but son’s favourite tree. We’d had a fall-out about his girlfriend. Not speaking, we were anger-split. But wind picked up and we had to attend To the weakness of his favourite. With ropes and sturdy stakes we fought We got our bonds tied rightly My boy climbed up and pulled them taut He tied our branches tightly From tree to tree, some to ground. His father held the straining ropes While he drove in the stakes around. Staking everything on slimmest hopes Furious wind the night throughout Tree a-straining our ties, our knot. Next morning our tree’d fallen out From weakened roots; but we had not .