by the poet mom
My roots ground me.
My branches reach for the heavens.
They lift my children so they may float away on the breeze.
My rough, craggy bark encases wisdom and strength.
I am a mother.
This poem was inspired by my neighbor’s oak tree (pictured above). It must be very old and I feel lucky to have it as my view. I just hope I look as good when I’m that old.