Wistful
Like branches of a rooted, sturdy tree
my family survives- each limb entwined.
__by Poet
So wistful are my thoughts since Easter day:
my husband, children, grandkids, and great-grands,
were with me at our home- a getaway
for some who traveled far to all join hands;
show how our family's deep love expands.
Then came goodbyes, not knowing where or when
a chance will come when we all meet again-
be all together, gathered in one place;
fulfill my hope, that this craved wish will then
uplift my wistful heart as we embrace.
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