Deep Roots

Have you ever felt like an old worn out tree those around you can't see your deep roots

They don't know of the many roads you have traveled they only see you aging with time

Like a tree you have weathered many storms yet all they can see is the lines on your face and the gray in your hair



You gave of your youth when you planted deep roots
 Like an old tree who's leaves fall where they may

Your steps unsteady your hand loose their grip
What they don't see is the strength in your heart

 Like the bark on a tree weathered and worn
Strong winds have come and tried tearing you down

Your roots were planted deep in the ground
Your hands have held many wiped a few tears

Over the years they washed a dish or two
Played a game and tied a shoe

Now a tell tail sign as age weakens their grip
Your mind is not as sharp but still you can recall
The name of your first grade teacher

Have you ever felt like an old worn out tree
Those around you can't see your deep roots

What they see is you aging with time
Like an old tree weathered and worn

All they can see is the gray in your hair
The lines on your face

What they don't see is the moss covering your roots
Guides them home when they are lost

They don't see the birds still gather nestled in your branches
They don't see that with every season you get better with time

The lines on your face are a tell tail sign of the days gone by
Though your hands have lost their grip they still hold a heart
They wipe a few tears and tie a shoe or two

Your roots run deep they are planted firm in the ground
Strong winds may come but they won't knock you down

You may be weathered and worn like the bark on a tree
Family and friends still gather underneath your branches
The comfort you give and words of wisdom


The memories you share the stories you tell

Gives them peace on a cold winters day....................





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Writer: Victoria E. Miera
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Photo Courtesy of Victoria E. Miera personal album.