momma
momma
momma tree
you stand so tall
wise
you have no mystery
what you get is what
you see
branches
-arms
outstretched
I climb into them and cling
up so high in your embrace
life below us is not as vast as it seems
momma
momma tree
i ask you:
why do you stand so stagnant,
why not change your pleasant face
without words you answer:
life is easier when you're stuck in one place
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StarPoet   StarPoet wrote
on 5/22/2009 1:32:41 AM
I agree with Trench. In a family, it is mom who holds the "tree' together. It is mom who is the "trunk".

Trenchtownrock   Trenchtownrock wrote
on 5/21/2009 6:34:34 PM
I love this piece alot my friend..love the message in it and also the images that you used.

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Synopsis
my mother, my tree
Published Date
4/30/2009 12:00:00 AM
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