Elke Nigro (Hamburg, Germany)
Being All That I Can Be
One still in bloom, the other fruit-bearing,
and one in simple leafy dress,
all branching out, reaching high,
they give me shade, a place to rest.
They persevere through wintry storms,
and when at last the weather warms,
their leaves, like tiny fists unfold,
in tender green and blossoms bold.
Their branches bend in compromise,
their roots dig deep, and so do I,
and in an extended summer drought,
I water them to help them out.
I love to sit in their three-sum shade,
to dream my dreams and contemplate
a life of branching out, reaching up,
being all that I can be.
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