The Little Things

The leaves turn colors, as they start to fall  

The memories of us in the leaves, I was a baby

You were always so busy but you were always there for me

The memories stay with me forever and always

The smell of oranges and pomander every fall

The sound of the cat, waiting to be fed

Frank Sinatra and Billy Joel playing in the back ground

The rickety stairs, I miss the sound of

Black and White scenes pass by on the screen

The smell of peculiar foods

Watching you cook or read your books

You were a queen and I was your faithful follower

You did, I followed; everything you did was for me

So when the leaves didn’t grow one year

I knew something must be wrong  

The smells of orange and Pomander ceased

The Frank Sinatra and Billy Joel disappeared, like the people on the Titanic

One day the tree was gone, I had no time to say goodbye

That tree supported so many branches and animals

I was a branch; I was that animal that seeks shelter from the storm

Without the tree I was lost

Took a while but I found shelter

I found the smell of oranges and pomander

Found the songs you loved,

Every time I walk where the tree once was,

I remember all the wonderful times we shared

 This is how it’s supposed to be you and me

You were the trunk to my branches

Now it is time for me to grow my own tree

My own branches