A Broken Family Tree
 © Lori A. Cain
 I am one of many
 Small branches of a broken tree
 Always looking to the ones above
 For guidance, strength and security.
 One little branch trying
 To keep the others from breaking away
 Who will fall?
 And who will stay?
 Now I stand alone
 Looking at the earth through the rain
 And I see the broken branches I knew
 Scattered about me in pain.
 There are those who have taken an axe
 To the root of our very foundation
 And who have passed this destruction
 Down to every new generation.
 If I could take that axe
 I would toss it deep into the sea
 Never to return again
 To harm the generations that follow me.
 I am one of many
 But alone I will go
 And plant the new seeds
 Where a beautiful tree will grow.