8 January: Bloganuary

Fisherman casting line into stream

My roots, you say, well I'll tell you this: 

Dad's only wish that summer
was to catch that fish.
Worms on hooks.
Flies on lines cast in air. 

Right from the start he said,
I’m smarter than any fish.

But it hid in the tendril roots,
gills breathing, nebulous green
leaves like shade from heaven.

His great regret,
                    and he had a few,
was catching that fish
that outwitted him for years.

And you ask me, how far back 
can I trace my roots, and I'll say 

I trace the whole of me to my dad. 
I needn't look more. 

Written for Bloganuary: How far back does your family tree go. Image: AI Digital Art is mine and created using Midjourney’s bot (v4). Image and poem ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting

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