Water,Fire,Earth

Like a fire warden, I attempted to extinguished the red-hot thundering flames that hungered to transform you into ashes.
As I ceased the last embers with a douse of water, thick-black smoke arouse and harshly scorched my throat.
To save you- I was willing to burn.

Like a life gaurd, I rescued you from going under murky raging waters. As I tried to pull your head up ,my lungs nearly disregarded it's need to inhale oxygyn.
To save you- I nearly forgot how to breath.

Lastly..

Like a tree surgeon, I'll admire the vivid colors of your autumn leaves as you
change like the season.
Long after my soul departs from my body,  still standing -you will be.
Decades from now,
your branches will become brittle but the seeds planted ensure you will never fade away.

As for now you are thriving,evergreen.
I must do say.
Long-live the roots, branches and leaves beautiful beloved "family tree".

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear Laconic. We are like a forest. We need sameness and the caress of the kindness of the rain.
"Like a tree surgeon, I'll admire the vivid colors of your autumn leaves as you
change like the season.
Long after my soul departs from my body, still standing -you will be.
Decades from now,
your branches will become brittle but the seeds planted ensure you will never fade away."
I loved the above lines. Could stand alone. Thank you for sharing the powerful story and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Laconic Meraki]

Thanks, Coyote.....

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Laconic.

[Greg Gorman]

This reads like a story of love and sacrifice. You talk of everything you are willing to do for this person, for your child. You are willing to brave the unforgiving flames. You have succeeded in defeating the flames but your battle is not yet over. There is now the thick smoke to contend with. The reminder of the fire that you met and vanquished.
Now you are saving this child from the water. Are these just circumstances or is this child constantly getting into trouble and needing to be rescued? Are you tired not only from the efforts but also from the constant need to know where this child is and what they're doing. Does the constant, "Where are they now?" add to the stress that's already there from having to go into harm's way and save them?
Are you proud of this child or are you telling of your hopes and dreams for them? For this legacy who will carry on the stories and traditions of your family? I read that you are acknowledging they will grow old at some point but the foundation that has been laid by you and previous generations is a strong one. You hope this child will do for their future what you have done for yours. Will this younger generation learn the lessons you have learned and imparted? We certainly hope so. Long live those roots!

[Papaya]

I wonder if this is a metaphor for nurturing love, keeping it alive.
It reads that way to me. :)

[Laconic Meraki]

Maybe. 🤷
Lol. Thanks for reading .