Ken Bennight Poet Rhyme

Family Tree

My brother and sister,
both them and me.
Come from the seed,
of the families black sheep.
Underneath every branch,
covered by leaves.
We are lost in the shade,
of our famiy tree.
A gift from our father,
given for keeps.
A branch on the ground,
for both them and me.
We've never been equal,
always beneath.
Lost in the shade of our family tree,
my brother and sister both them and me.

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Daniel Turner September 21, 2016 at 9:56 AM All are equal and made in God's image. You are what you make yourself to be. One can remain in the shadows or step out into the light. A well written poem, Ken.

Cheryl Hoffman September 21, 2016 at 7:53 AM Very nice poem about being treated like the black sheep of the family!:)