Survivor
I am a survivor
I come from hearty stock
I've seen their trials and tribulations
Heard stories of things they fought
Living off the land
Providing with what they had
Using everything they owned
To provide a loving home
Through many sacrifices
Through sickness and through health
Their lives were dedicated
To others not themselves
Family was what came first
The little ones always fed
The older ones contributed
To make sure their needs were met
Uncle's , Aunts, and cousins
Parents and their kids
Relied upon their Grandparents
To instill the life they lived
They built their homes from logs
They cut and stripped and lined
One upon the other
The strongest frame of its kind
Through the bitter cold of winter
To the summers heat below
This family reached out it's limbs
And the branches they did grow
Many branches on that tree
Still remain today
The elders made a strong trunk
That still survives each day
I was born a survivor
Into this hearty tree
The limb that I belong to
Has taught very much to me
Copyright © Hidden Sister | Year Posted 2018
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