Half this family tree has been watered
until the branches hang heavy with fruit.
We know all the name, if not the faces,
see the resemblance in the variety.
On the other side we know much less,
can’t quite feast on what is left.
There are wanderers in this blood,
apples that fell far and wide and distant.
Strangers in stranger places bobbed,
grew their own trees from loose cores.
People put down roots, grew branches,
spread the distance between lines.
I like this family apple tree metaphor, Carol…and your hat 🙂
The duality of family always fascinates me Carol. I enjoyed your sharing, thank you.
I like the metaphor, and I can relate to how large the tree is, we won’t see the entirety of it. Well written.
I like the description of the family tree as two halves, one watered, known and fruitful and other less so and distant.
Great answer to the prompt, Carol. I’ve always kind of marveled at genealogy buffs and why they are fascinated by the mere bones of their family tree, but rarely ask the questions how and why and go searching for those juicy treasures to which you refer here. I have always maintained that a good quality journal written by a relative is the most valuable heirloom, even legacy.