Roots

Tracing the lines

I know how your mother died

The jobs that you tried

But did you hide in your mourning?

And did you rise with the sun?

Was it you who gave me shoes for exploring

Or did you find it boring?

I never knew

What you were going through

The rot in our roots

But was your faith ever murky?

Did you always finish your plate?

I am certain that god has no mercy

Did you feel the same?

I’m just one leaf

But branches surround me

The things I would do

To have a pint with you