Our Roots
Our roots are in another kind of earth
Invisible, yet felt in guts and heart
Unlike the trees that bow down at our birth
Ignorant of our roots, now torn and worse
We come to grief and all its little parts.
Our roots are in another kind of earth
Our conception, to the sperm, is merry mirth
The egg is eager for her life to start
Unlike the trees that, windy, flounce and curse.
We do not know what our deep roots are worth
Till sad we see our angels each depart
Our roots are in some other kind of earth
We grow,enlarge, and learn a language first
Then in our home grown narrative we star
Unlike the trees that bowed down at our birth
Creating love from endless tiny sparks
The form of every universe must start.
Our roots are in another kind of earth
With fabled trees entrancing every birth
Copyright © Katherine Braithwaite | Year Posted 2020
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