©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson
When life is less than kind to me,
I climb right up my family tree.
Stout branches turn to arms of grace
and lift me to a lofty place.
As brightness shines through every leaf,
my sunlit soul finds sweet relief.
Their foliage enfolds my heart
and shelters every sacred part.
Embraced, protected, raised by love,
I like the view from up above.
And oh, how clearly I can see,
high in the nest of my family tree.
My greatest joy comes from my family.
Because of them, I plant my roots deep.
And that makes me strong.