Roots

 

 

There is a tree

A majestic tree

A tree that is rooted in the land that my parents did pick with the hope

it would be called home by many

a safe heaven where loved and kindred spirits feel connected

a warm embrace within a island constant moving to the seasons

The chest nut tree in the middle of the green island grew tall

it became a lighthouse that sends out a beacon

beams of light that tell you stories full of

passion…hope…faith…compassion…longing…dreaming

sadness…grief…pain….longing…disappointment…death

this tree witnessed it all while planting its roots more firmly in the earth

the connection is unmistakably an underground affair

one that is invisible to the human eye unless you dig deeper

but above the ground annual rings are dream catchers of time

time that flies by

time that make you grow older but also wiser

time that withholds a story of a family tree


The majestic chestnut tree in the back yard of my ancestral home tells me everything I need to

know…

It is growing tall and strong and it is my family’s soul