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Family Vine

Family Vine
An old man’s love is hidden and buried in time,
Remembered only for what was left on the vine.
The fruit that he bore runs red in blood,
For the grandsons he left to spread his love.
Do not shed many tears or mourn too long in pain;
Just remember the man and remember his name.
As you are the legacy that speaks of Papa’s love,
His pride shines brightly from a heaven above.
The men you will become are what you will do.
Never doubt your beliefs as your love guides you.
Your roots now run deep on our family vine.
So think fondly of your Papa from time to time.
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Poetry.com 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 4 reviews.
Vijaya Vavilikolanu More than 1 year ago
Love it
yvonne sensing More than 1 year ago
Mandy Bartlett More than 1 year ago
I like poems like this. Emotion or feelings in it, for sure. Good job with format!
Lynn Brown More than 1 year ago
Good poem about family ties. It's hard to make such a personal poem into something larger that envelopes more readers.
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