My Family Tree







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This is one of the most personal poems I have written, in quite a while. It was sort of difficult to write? But I hope you enjoy. <3 (Also, if you're confused, the poem I published before has been replaced with this one. It fits more.)

My Family Tree

I don't think my father wanted

I don't think my father wanted a family this large.

I don't think my father wanted a family this large. I see it in his eyes,

I don't think my father wanted a family this large. I see it in his eyes, they crinkle.

I don't think my father wanted a family this large. I see it in his eyes, they crinkle. Not from laughter-

I don't think my father wanted a family this large. I see it in his eyes, they crinkle. Not from laughter- it looks like paper that's torn

I don't think my father wanted a family this large. I see it in his eyes, they crinkle. Not from laughter- it looks like paper that's torn between two wavering winds.

I see his gaze wander

I see his gaze wander over the eclectic mess of chairs;

I see his gaze wander over the eclectic mess of chairs; my sister, and sister, and brother,

I see his gaze wander over the eclectic mess of chairs; my sister, and sister, and brother, and all the others,

I see his gaze wander over the eclectic mess of chairs; my sister, and sister, and brother, and all the others, and then there's me,

I see his gaze wander over the eclectic mess of chairs; my sister, and sister, and brother, and all the others, and then there's me, all rooting for attention.

I hear his sigh, as he pushes his chair back,

I hear his sigh, as he pushes his chair back, at the head of the table,

I hear his sigh, as he pushes his chair back, at the head of the table, we sit and stare.

His eyes are caught by the light,

His eyes are caught by the light, it's peeping through the half-shut blinds,

His eyes are caught by the light, it's peeping through the half-shut blinds, the sun is prowling around before it waves

His eyes are caught by the light, it's peeping through the half-shut blinds, the sun is prowling around before it waves its last goodbye.

His eyes cloud over

His eyes cloud over and his breaths shallow,

His eyes cloud over and his breaths shallow, shadowing the cogs that

His eyes cloud over and his breaths shallow, shadowing the cogs that I can hear whirring in his mind.

He's not happy, I can tell

He's not happy, I can tell as he watches his family tree

He's not happy, I can tell as he watches his family tree stem,

He's not happy, I can tell as he watches his family tree stem, oblivious

He's not happy, I can tell as he watches his family tree stem, oblivious to the fact that he wants

He's not happy, I can tell as he watches his family tree stem, oblivious to the fact that he wants another source of life.

Perhaps he didn't realise then

Perhaps he didn't realise then that settling his roots here

Perhaps he didn't realise then that settling his roots here would mean he is bound,

Perhaps he didn't realise then that settling his roots here would mean he is bound, away from the rainfall

Perhaps he didn't realise then that settling his roots here would mean he is bound, away from the rainfall only to sit here with rising waters.

I freeze.

He's watching me, as I think,

He's watching me, as I think, I wait with bated breath

He's watching me, as I think, I wait with bated breath and yearn to see some comfort

He's watching me, as I think, I wait with bated breath and yearn to see some comfort in his earthy eyes.

I had never known

I had never known that disappointment

I had never known that disappointment was a look one could give

I had never known that disappointment was a look one could give until that moment

I had never known that disappointment was a look one could give until that moment where our eyes locked

I had never known that disappointment was a look one could give until that moment where our eyes locked but he turned away

I had never known that disappointment was a look one could give until that moment where our eyes locked but he turned away to feel the warmth once more.

"It is when someone is unhappy, that they begin to desire for more."

"It is when someone is unhappy, that they begin to desire for more." ~Iqra~

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