A mother’s secrets.

You are a tree
A great tree with 
narled bark and emerald leaves
Ancient deeds
Ring in your memories
Secrets knit into every 
twist of the branch
Dark shadows cast by the 
sway of the dance-
You are pain!
At least to me..
Each splinter you leave 
stings in my skin, 
where could I begin 
to show you the scars 
you’ve given me
as I climb to the leaves
Digging for the truth
Unearthing your roots...
-you, are a great tree.
Beauty pouring from 
your very being
But as I fall from the 
tips of your fingers
All I see is pain...