Mama tells my baby she
walks like her grandaddy;
a man she doesn’t even know
and will probably never meet.
I’m tempted to tell her that Sweet
Baby cannot be an’thing like a stranger
or someone she’s never laid eyes on
or the man who showed me
how to cut down a mighty tree
by separating it from its roots.

©2015 Tyra C. Owens

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