The Oak

By Mr King

The oak from which I came loved my Grandpa.

She loves antiques.
She loves Los Angeles.

The oak from which I came taught me right from wrong.

She taught me...
"Old junk is better than new crap."

The oak from which I came took me in when I leaped and I fell.

She always gives and gives to those like...
Greenpeace, Meals on Wheels, and PETA.

And when everyone else wanted Christmas Eve...
She gave that away too.

The oak from which I came faced life's fire...
And she got burned and felt the pain.

But she stood up and held our family together...
Over and over again.

And when I saw the world's injustice and I told her...
She reminded me that I was "singing to the choir."

The oak from which I came loved me and she told me that...
Hugging me was "like hugging an oak tree."

But my Grandma is really the towering oak from which I came...

And I was the acorn.

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Published on Sunday, December 26, 2004. Filed under: "Poetry"

Comments on "The Oak"

A former member wrote: Wounderfull peace.... made me think of my nana
On Sunday, January 23, 2005, Solace (1065) wrote:

*smiles* this was so candid and sweet...a brilliant dedicatory work that is brimming with all the right emotion...always a pleasure to read what you write, always...
On Tuesday, January 4, 2005, Soulfire (96) wrote:

Goosebumps....and tears...very beautiful. And dear Mr. King I must say Thank-You for your kind words about my work...after reading YOUR poems, it is truly a compliment!
On Tuesday, December 28, 2004, Mr King (547) wrote:

Better to eulogize the living while living because they get to be here in the flesh for it with you... ALL LOVE, Seth
A former member wrote: Therefore, I'm greatful you can speak of your Grandma in this way. Much love Seth, & thank you. ~Shane~
A former member wrote: I just read this after seeing Elisa 2's comment... Technically, I would've had 2 grandmas... One died before I was born... The other was out of her mind...
A former member wrote: Behind every great (substitute teacher) there is a (grandma).
A former member wrote: If I write the way you do about your own relations, I'm no longer writing a poem, but writing a eulogy for someone's funeral in this world.
On Monday, December 27, 2004, elisa (1595) wrote:

what a coincidence I once hugged a Mighty Oak.....I still think about that tree fondly;) perfection~elisa
A former member wrote: wonderful write hugs:kristen
On Monday, December 27, 2004, Drifter (265) wrote:

Thats beautiful dude, a great gift to her. Close family is somethign i've always wanted. Great write.
On Monday, December 27, 2004, MyBrokenMynd (167) wrote:

me too... :(
On Friday, December 31, 2004, Mr King (547) wrote:

Then create that my beautiful people. 1always, Seth