Black, still, unmoving
The water stands, home for weeds
The boy drifts away
Grown too tall too fastLearned independence earlyNo roots held my soul
Soul digging broadlySeeking something not too clearSearching for meaning
This sprout’s fertile…
i sleep by new seas
the taproot digs deep
stable, solid, and secure
We honor your hearts,Three generations of loveStacked upon our tree.
Crumbled cornbread milkremnant cotton backbreakingNeshoba CountyDeep southern, my roots,a heritage avoidedby this city boy.