Mother Redwood
Redwood trees loom tall in a
California forest.
Beneath the surface, their roots
intertwine and create a network
of stability and support.
A fledgling tree
reaches into a reservoir
of resources
provided by her elders.
My mother and I
are majestic redwoods
in the forest of life.
She, slightly taller than me.
I and my roots
organically tangled
with hers.
This rooted connection
reaches wide. Crossing
time and space — providing life
and giving nutrients.
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We are tethered to each other.
Arms reaching
Roots tangling
Permanently joined.
In the shade of her limbs,
I grew. It was her
sturdy trunk that protected me
from the storms of life.
Under those branches,
a child became a woman.
A woman became a mother -
all while rooted to the mother who made her.
Our entangled roots continue
reaching out to our offspring.
A family network is borne
from the strength of the mother tree.
Nicole Campbell writes poetry, essays, and personal memoir.
Nicole cites sensitivity as her superpower. Her niche is writing about all emotions in a way that makes them both poignant and palatable.
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