The tree magnificent that grew
Into the one
I call my father
His roots ran deep
Connecting to the past
Ancestors from the dessert
A holy family
He grew
At first a young sapling
His strength
From the forest of his family did he draw
Time was at first kind
Strong did he emerge
And fruits did he bear
His journey
A life
Of difficult choices made
In each challenge
The roots grew stronger
The trunk wider it became
A son, a brother, a doctor, a husband, a father
Powerful and tall the tree rose
Dominating oft times
But nurturing the precious fruit it bore
And from that fruit
Four saplings they came
And upon their father
Did they depend
But as the sun set
Time drew near
Thus from powerful might
The strong did wither
Now the tree has died
Into the ground returned
But gone has it not from this land
For around it now rise
Four more in its place
Separately they grow
But from the same root they rise
An origin intertwined
Continuing the story
Of my father