167 something lost

The seedling grows
in her parents droppings.
The parent dies encircled
in her saplings roots.
The decay bleeding down into soil
is blood seeping up into birth.

It is this natural proximity
to past generations journey we miss.
How many know great grandpas name,
let alone his fame?
Who here knows his own childrens children
will weep, unprompted at his grave?

All this wasted rot!

No wonder when a child is asked
to trace his roots,
he cannot begin to find the spot.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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