Family Tree Poem by Saint Cynosure
Family Tree
My brother and sister,
both them and me.
Come from the seed,
of the family's black sheep.
Underneath every branch,
covered by leaves.
We are lost in the shade,
of the family tree.
A gift from our father,
given for keeps.
A branch on the ground,
for both them and me.
Weve 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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4/23/2024 2:00:53 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I love this poem I'm going to add it to my favs love the lines Come from the seed, of the family's black sheep great job on this one lots of feeling! ! ! Becca