When I was growing up I had a special willow tree.
It grew outside my windows where it often sang to me!
It sang of early morning dreams, and a cool and gentle breeze,
Which the sun would filter through the silky flowing leaves –
Glittering with an inner light in luminescent greens,
As I pulled on little boots – and my favorite jeans,
To run outside and play just as soon as I could,
To walk my little fingers upon its weathered wood.
I’d lean upon its trunk and I’d gaze up at the sky;
I’d watch the wind in my willow as the world was passing by.
A road ran past our house, I never knew what I would see,
But nearby morning glories tempted birds and the honey bee!
Also there were roses, petals soft against my face,
Colors, like a rainbow which disappears without a trace.
They were there but only briefly yet in my life played their part,
Fading after childhood’s summer, now only memories of the heart.
Now my willow too is gone to that still and sacred place,
Where my memories live forever with the blessings of God’s Grace.
For the Life that flows within me and the Light that fails me never,
And my Love for you, my darling, lights my willow tree forever.
Author notes
written for my beloved daughter when she was in the hospital - and we feared for her life. Nothing brings home the meaning of a child to a parent like being faced with such.
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Very nice
I think this is very pretty. I love the way you express the imagery in the poem.
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A simple but lovely rhyme scheme, a beautiful and endearing message and gorgeous imagery... this was an overall fantastic piece of poetry. And it was written strait from the heart... just wonderful.
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Awesome
"They were there but only briefly yet in my life played their part, Fading after childhood’s summer, now only memories of the heart." I had a tear in my eye when I read these lines. We grow up so fast. I also had a tree that was dear to me. I called it the [rain tree]I never would get wet, under the protection of his leaves. I would sing and play under my special tree. Oh what wonderful memories your poem brought back to me. Thank you so much.
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