I blossomed in
Your crown,
Held swiftly by
Your limbs,
Safe unto your bole.
Until the cold came
Like a curtain call
Veins turned dry.
You let me go in the fall.

This poem attempts to interpret a literal meaning of the term ‘family tree’, contrasting the strength of a family (or ‘blood’) bond by the fragility of nature and, in my case, the fragility of humankind.

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