Grape Vines Poem by Jessy Liz

Little hands like grape vines reach
To explore what will become
Just as we are meant to teach
Those hands find meaning on their own

The rich texture of the growing fruit
Now catches their attention
When soon those fruits will become ripe
And be worthy of such mention

Those little hands will grow to harvest
As they ascend up to the sun
And soon it will be ending
That journey they'd begun

The fruit will fall, the vine will wither
And it's color soon will fade
But just as one prepares to sulk
So a new life now is made

For what those hands determined dead
Was simply in transformation
Into a sweeter drink instead;
Like the sun in its rotation

And just as grapes turn into wine
So your hands will do the same
With patience and with given time
Those hands will sign your name


-To my baby brother.. May he know that he is not alone.. That each season of his life will bring greater things.. And that those which seem to be such tragedies, may just be a road to a greater place.