Willow Tree

I'm reading a book
By the sparkling brook
Something touches my back
So, I turn to look
It's a huge willow tree
It whispers my name
I reach out
But then I have to leave
I come back for a bit
Holding someone's hand
I see the willow tree there
And we sleep under it
When I return
After many years
It opens it's branches out to me
And wipes away my tears
My daughter returns for me
Because I cannot
She smiles when she sees
Mommy's willow tree
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Hey Adriana!!........ when you have this kind of inspiration........ the poem almost writes itself......... you have taken it a step further with perfect rhythmic timing......... it reads awesome....... when you read it aloud!!.........VERY good writing indeed!!............ALL STARS,............T xo
Plucks At the heartstrings. That I know for sure.
Sway with the willow. (Flowerpot)