One of our favorite “moments” in our home is a shelf we have in our living room. It houses a variety of books, candles, and photos of our late grandparents (and great-grandparents). We also have a few live plants that, over time, have grown up and around the photos, candles, books, and shelf posts. This poem’s assignment was to work with the word “living,” and I thought it was only appropriate to draw parallels between the living, growing greenery and the living, growing lives we’re developing in line with our ancestors. We feed the plants and they grow, much like our ancestry feeds us so we’ll do the same.

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“Growing”

Up and out
And around and about
Growing over and under and in between
Stretching past family and yore
Thoughts for today and of before
It really is an impressive scene

It’s nurtured, it grows
And everyone knows
The influence needed to mature
Whether grandparents or books
Through all the straight paths and crooks
The stems of our legacies endure

-jtf

This is post 22 of 30 in my most recent attempt at tackling NaBloPoMo. Funsies and such.