Credit: Rhonda Bobinski
In keeping with the season, I share a writing done during a young girls’ class. It seems fitting to acknowledge the one thing that feeds me, this and every time of year; and it is not turkey!!! May your own roots bless and hold you.
My root is my family.
Long-lived connections to home
keep me stable, support and encourage me
even as I feed its branches through my children.
Long-lived connections to home
to make healthy choices and do the right thing
even as I feed its branches through my children.
I try to take care of them when they need it,
to make healthy choices and do the right thing —
each in a unique direction, giving shape to their dreams.
I try to take care of them when they need it,
imagining roots of a completely different nature.
Each in a unique direction, giving shape to their dreams
keeps me stable, supports and encourages me
imagining roots of a completely different nature.
My root is my family.
swb
sarahscapes 
This is such an inspired post…I can feel the love and compassion just radiating from this work. So powerful…you’re all so blessed to have each other and it so beautiful, the metaphor and that they hold you so rooted. Beautiful.
Thanks, Hannah. Sometimes a pantoum can just feel/sound repetitive without conveying meaning. From your response I’d say it worked here!!! Your comments touch me deeply.
Oh…I didn’t even realize!!! I’ve read and written them before…this was so well fit for your work…such a nice flow! 🙂 I’m so glad that I can bring a smile.
That’s awesome! Guess it WAS a good choice. Never had it seem so seamless before. Next challenge: create a villanelle that truly reads like a meditation or prayer, unself-consciously.
Ooo…that’s a great form for that type of poem…I can’t wait to read it, Sarah!!