The Roots Of Life

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The roots of life grow deep and strong

To know the gift that we belong

The wonder of the years gone by

Of precious people who have died

 

So many times I wondered why

The thoughts of children, maybe a cry

Where is my grandma, grandpa too

As a child, many questions grewGal-n-dad

 

Can Daddy talk about the past

Or will this make him cry to tell

Too many questions, we should not ask

But, oh I wish, Daddy please don’t yellN_3792_4831012

 

Years gone by and oh I wish

It’s too late now to know

Talks we should have had back then

So many years ago

 

Dad never knew how I wanted so

To ask him, “please talk about the past?”

It’s all ok now my sweet, sweet Dad

I  know about our roots at last.

 

 

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/roots/

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10 Comments Add yours

  1. Shayra says:

    A very nice and heart touching poem 😊

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Patricia says:

      Thank you so much Shayra. 🙂

      Like

  2. Shayra says:

    Welcome mam 😊

    Liked by 1 person

  3. gc says:

    Thank you for sharing your work Pat. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Patricia says:

      My pleasure Gerry! Thank you for visiting. 🙂

      Liked by 1 person

    1. Patricia says:

      Thank you so much. 🙂

      Liked by 1 person

  4. newepicauthor says:

    This poem flows so smoothly and it has deep meaning. I think that everyone should learn about the Roots of their life.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Patricia says:

      Thank you so much.

      Like

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