This is an original poem I composed and performed at my Great Grandmother’s funeral service.
———-This Mother Tree———
God made a seed.
He said to himself
This… will be a great seed.
God planted the seed.
This Mother Seed, He said, will truly be a Great Seed.
He planted it on the most fertile ground.
Small in size, the seed was.
This Mother Seed, will be of great stature of heart.
God watered the seed.
He fed the seed with faith at His feet.
And God was happy
As This Mother Seed flowered and grew
This seed grew to be a tree
This mother tree, God Said, will be a great tree
A grand tree for all to see
This mother Tree bore fruit for all to see
They bathed in God’s warm light
And the shade of This Mother Tree.
Giving shade to new seedlings
Nuances of light
Enough to grow strong
Standing tall, This Mother Tree
Taught how to thrive and be strong.
Bringing life to all.
This Mother Tree bore fruit.
Fruits of laughter.
Fruits of joy
Fruits of Girls and Boys
Fruits of Gifts from Above
Fruits of Bundles of Love.
Seasons came and seasons past.
This mother’s influence and love has last.
This mother Tree
Peacefully in the wind.
In us is a seed.
And This Mother Tree remains
Thank God for His little seed.
Love you Maitú Bella.
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