The Lost Branch
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Drawing: Arbor Day Foundation
Sometimes, close families can fall apart;
too hard to understand in hindsight's view-
when growing up together bound each heart.
As cousins, we were playmates, tight and true-
and born to sisters who were dear and kind.
But bonds began to break down as we grew.
In time, we moved away- they stayed behind,
and distance fed the gap to widen more-
until the silence 'tween us was resigned.
Now, strangers to those who we did adore,
we cherish photos of that precious spell
when life was simple, fed by good rapport.
Though other branches on our tree hang well-
heartbreak about this lost one- can't dispel.
July 12, 2022
Premiere Contest: Five Stanza Terza Rima
Sponsor: L. Milton Hankins
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2022
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