Monday, March 17, 2008

Roots



My birth, your death
marked this bond,
imaginary yet real-
between you and me.

Planted in memory, yours-
raised with reverence
worshipped in kindness
embraced with love
you live on through me.

My home, your family
your home, my family
one became the other
I know not when-
maybe it is the you in me.

Generations have flown
I am tall and over grown
here I remain for all times
watching over, protecting
what’s yours, now mine.
*****
This is in response to the prompt on RWP, I am considering this a draft, too many thoughts to continue this further and do a re-write. But thought would submit anyway. In my ancestral home there are huge mango trees/jackfruit trees that were planted eons ago in memory of every person who passed away, this poem revolves around such trees. Note that the picture comes from Wiki, it is not my own.

10 comments:

anthonynorth said...

Continuity beautifully expressed.

paisley said...

what a very interesting approach to the prompt... so true,, and yet somehow overlooked.. the life span of the tree encompassing multiple human lifetimes... very nice UL...

Whitesnake said...

so well put

Crafty Green Poet said...

Its beautiful to plant a tree in someone's memory...

totomai said...

the first two lines are excellent. my ex's mother had plant a tree in honor of her daughter to. thanks for sharing this

gautami tripathy said...

I had forgotten of this. Thanks for reminding me!

numbing nirvana

writerwoman said...

I love this part:
My home, your family
your home, my family
one became the other
I know not when-
maybe it is the you in me.


That is absolutely gorgeous.

Linda Jacobs said...

This poem is beautiful! I, too, love those lines!

spillay said...

Brings back focus to where it should be - that life is all connected whether we choose to see it that way or not.

Beautifully written as usual! :-P

Spillay
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Thinking aloud said...

this was lovely...loved the opening stanza...my birth...your death...