Grandmother,
You are beautiful and strong
with deep roots and sky-
reaching branches.
In your shade is peace.
Mother,
like a butterfly on a branch,
glowing and graceful,
you are the lovely bloom
that bore the ruby fruit.
Daughter,
You are hope,
sweet and bursting with joy,
the fortune of the family,
the next blossom, the future tree.
***
I wrote this poem in honor of my daughter’s classmate and her family living in China.
....Bilocalalia.... 
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