Trunk

 Love is a tree growing light

From its roots to its buds

The seve flowing up 

Through its trunk

Defying gravity

And all other odds

Every time it is called.

Love is found

In the firm grip of the grandmother

Protecting the child;

By holding her hands

On his shoulders,

To anchor him firmly

In reality with her life experience

And grit.

Love shines

On the soft side of the strong man

Seeing his child grow up.

Between scolding and rewards

Work and relaxed moments shared

During the time we are given

To walk a shared path.

Love is heard

In the laughter of the mother

Who know she may never 

Get out this song right

And yet it is always there 

To bind the tribe in the harmony

Of the canon.

Love tastes

Like sweet pancakes

And crepes

The children learned to cook

In a chaotic kitchen

Dusted with magic

Ginger, turmeric and canella.

She said all this is me

over a simple cup

Of black coffee

She then grabbed a bottle of water

And run to catch her train

The witch headed south

With my dreams on her shoulder

Giving her wings to fly

And I knew she did not care which train

Was going to take her

As long as she was promised wings 

To fly her through dreams

Rising from trunks

Of magic trees filled with love

Over centuries