Grow Like a Tree, Son
The pale red face with wrinkles
With a warm smile spread across the face
My granny,
Sat out on the porch
Watching the intense dark sky with stars
Taking me on her lap as I reached
Giving me warmth
Running her slim fingers across my hair
You should grow like a tree, son
Said my granny
I looked at her confused,
Her small eyes filled with affection,
Accompanied by a bright smile,
Smiling at me she continued,
You are a seed when born
The soil, education
The air, your friends
The harder you work, the stronger the roots
Water, sunlight, are like your parents
The nutrients, your teachers
With all necessities fulfilled,
You grow, son
You grow independent
Like a fine tree
Providing shelter for everyone
Fulfilling others needs
Helping others directly or indirectly
With a purpose for life
Live a life worth remembering
Grow like a tree, son!
The words made difference,
Of me of before,
I'll grow like a tree
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