The Path and the Tree

Blurred vision, walking on jagged rocks.

My path is unknown, I am a weary traveler,

Crumpled and creased like an old candy wrapper.

My sweet tooth has become worn and rotten with time,

Stumbling and fumbling over the roots of my past.

The family tree holding memories that are meant to last.

The path begins with infantry and innocence,

And the first years of unsteady feet.

The cries for attention or the whine for a treat,

Endless toys and books thrown all around.

Sleeping the day away like a cat in the sun,

Waiting for the day when I finally turn one.

The days of a toddler are full of laughter and fun.

Days full of sleeping and nights full of smiles,

Parents know this stage lasts for a while.

The path is now sunny with breaks for some rain,

But the family tree stays put through all the harsh weather.

Staying together like birds of a feather.

The path turns to dirt with jagged bumps in the road,

When teens comes along, the ride will seem slow.

Growing up with my sister through the ebbs and the flows.

Through fights and through love, the road may seem rough.

But the family tree stays planted firmly in the rocks.

Finding ways to wind around and peek through the blocks.

Next comes adulthood, busy and rushed.

No time to look down, no time to delay.

Get a job, get a car, get your life in array.

Breaks on the weekend with time to relax, 

Watching TV with your popcorn in hand,

Imagine your feet being buried in sand.

Through weather and through troubles, the tree still stands.

Holding the memories of the years that have past,

The roots of generations that will hopefully last.

The tree has grown and will continue to do so,

I stop and read the message carved into the bark,

Be strong my loves, till death do us part.