people ****, but.... nevermindpeoplesuck
theycluckruckus in the wonderment. they can't trust trust.
they bleak speak. they last week a year from now, but somehow -
know how they don't remember. but they suspect.
and that's a cloud.
bold suns fumble the opaque  hail of our hardy Undone.
it shines the less.
we are mammals in the heaven of our ignorance.
but not god's fun.

G-d meant something
when He made a tree

I wish I had that many
branches myself,
to reach out
up

The leaves of my family tree are few but the vibrant color display scattered across its branches makes it reach incredible heights.

Some nights I think about how we all mesh together into this spectacular rainbow , yea I  really love those nights.  

Looking back I know my  Momma had no idea how hard it would be having a family  like ours.

Each child from a different man that didn't stick around,but in her eyes we were shinning stars.

Momma took in young  souls that had nowhere to go and gave them a place to call home.

In my eyes it just made sense that they became family because it was all I have ever known.

Most families are bound by blood, while that was partly true about ours, it was also held together by something more.

As time went by we had lil ones of our own ,I wish more than anything Momma could see how our beautiful tree has grown.