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A Branch On The Beaded Tree by Mary G. Perez

In the forest there are many trees. I had the privilege to be, from a certain one. Curly was it’s bark and pointed was the limb, that finally came to be. The one that they called, Me. My mother is like no other. Creations were her required. Money was always short. It did not grow on trees. Most had not, like we, because Mom, caused it to be. At first I felt that the curse, had overcome our family, until I decided, she was blessed and unique. I was just a branch on the beaded tree and so are my daughters, as you are about to see.

I write. I draw. I bead. I knead. I still can not even see, your shadow, to follow thee. Thanks Abuela, my Mother, for all you have ever taught me.

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  • Born on August 12
  • Joined September 6, 2010

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glass, paper, stone, pencils, pen and ink, words, dictionary, time, vision

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A Branch On The Beaded Tree by Mary G. Perez

In the forest there are many trees. I had the privilege to be, from a certain one. Curly was it’s bark and pointed was the limb, that finally came to be. The one that they called, Me. My mother is like no other. Creations were her required. Money was always short. It did not grow on trees. Most had not, like we, because Mom, caused it to be. At first I felt that the curse, had overcome our family, until I decided, she was blessed and unique. I was just a branch on the beaded tree and so are my daughters, as you are about to see.

I write. I draw. I bead. I knead. I still can not even see, your shadow, to follow thee. Thanks Abuela, my Mother, for all you have ever taught me.

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