The land from where my family came
Is holy, sad, and joyful all at once.
A farm passed down for more than a century.
Where my mother, aunt and uncle grew,
Under watchful eye, and breast, and liquor bottle.
Where tears met handwritten letters.
Where God met death from depression.
Where orchards died, and were planted anew.
Sacred, beautiful place.
Nov 23, 2025
Nov 23, 2025 at 8:15 PM UTC
The land from where my family came
Is holy, sad, and joyful all at once.
A farm passed down for more than a century.
Where my mother, aunt and uncle grew,
Under watchful eye, and breast, and liquor bottle.
Where tears met handwritten letters.
Where God met death from depression.
Where orchards died, and were planted anew.
Sacred, beautiful place.
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