Branches of Family
Young and sprouting like a twig,
Branches to come to observe when big.
From roots of parent trees long ago,
The families begin to grow.
Siblings blossom from the branch I'm on,
With cousin branches a-blooming along.
Memorable times with them together
Seem to end as life changes like the weather.
Branches separate to a new direction,
With a mate for a branch of creation.
Some family removed as the Lord hath planned,
From our tree to place in His hands.
Over my shoulder, my children branching out,
I was getting older, for sure, no doubt.
A desire to keep the tree from falling apart,
As branches get higher, a reunion must start.
So happy inside as family branches attend,
A tree's gentle glide swaying in the wind.
I'll be happy knowing when I leave the tree,
It'll keep growing--the Branches of Family!
Florence McMillian (Flo)
Copyright © Florence Mcmillian | Year Posted 2011
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