Mother / Father / Son
- Hannah Pimenta
- Jun 14, 2020
- 1 min read
Mother
A tree is many things
They are Pillars of Creation
Symbols of hope
Creatures of Nurture
They are Gateways for man
But without them
They are the destruction of us all
Father
Green, Lush, Life.
Tall, Wisdom, Fruit.
Growth.
Beauty, Strength,
Branch.
Stability, Foundation, Age
Stoic, Hollow,
Vibrant.
Natural, Supplement, Enchanting –
A
Tree
Doesn’t really care how you describe it.
Son
I am the biggest being I have ever seen
I can hear everything,
I am stronger than all
those around me is tiny
Weak
I seen a baby in the river today
swallowing water
It started crying
I tried soothing it
Feels different
Then
A loud shot rang out
It hurt
I was scared
They tie me down, tiny things,
They took something sharp to my teeth
It hurt
So bad
I try to crush tiny things
They stab my feet
I try
I try
It hurts
The tiny things leave me red, leave me in pain
I die
Swallowing water.
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