A Poem by Grace Seibert

A heart-felt poem about the love for the disabled



The willow sways softly in the breeze

Hidden deep within the trees

She stands apart from the crowd

And everyday she would look upon

The white, mysterious clouds

Her eyes were blind

Her branches were weak

And her heart inside

Was still very meak

They had intelligent minds

She was too kind,

They can talk and

She couldn’t walk

Despite pushed against her

From the trees that are near

Makes her tremble and shake

And then burst into tears

For years and years

It would thunder and rain

And the ignorance and cruelty

Still remained

He leaves become brown,

Her bark decays,

As she watched her leaves

Float away

And on that day

When all she had was despair

A voice whispered a song

That she thought would care

She called for the clouds

And closed her eyes

As she spoke to the ones

Who brought her into the sky

We wept for the willow

For all those year she’s been labeled

Different and a nobody

Just because she was disabled

So here I stand by the willow tree

Everyday I can’t help but cry

Because I know I would give anything

To tell my sister goodbye

© 2017 Grace Seibert

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Added on January 28, 2017
Last Updated on January 28, 2017