Life's Flow Poem by Rob Lamberton

Thy mother is like a vine in thy blood she gives us so much

She was fruitful and full of branches her gifts to us are many

So far reaching so sustaining through the generations

To you and to me
Her gifts continue to give
Like a garden vine
Planted by the waters
Growing more and more each year

By reason of many waters life continues to flow

The Water of Life flowing from that rock into our own blood

Climbing vine her weight supported and distributed with her fruits