| The Family Tree
The face in the glass Belonged to her mother But the large, round brown eyes came from grandmother. The chin tilted up Full of pride and beauty; With precious lips to conceal A perplex of duty. She gave those eyes to her daughter In keeping with tradition To view the future from the past, lacking repentant conditions. Grandmother to Mother, Mother to Daughter, A connection the Circle of Life recast Giving the best of family fruition . But sadly the world dressed in beauty and sin Quickly dries the vine of the succulent seed With drugs, and wine - so easy to get , but hard to pay . So ends the line of that family tree - As she lay in the gutter , With her eyes glazed over. The beautiful round, brown eyes, The eyes Of her mother’s mother . The eyes , Of her Grandmother. |
| written by a Wyandotte Woman Copywrite, 2008 |
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