The Willow

We stand beneath our Willow Tree,

Just my love and me,

Holding hands with loving hearts;

And dream of things to be.

 

Our child plays beneath the tree,

Shaded from the sun,

Her laughter fills the air with joy;

Our lives have just begun.

 

I weep beneath my Willow Tree,

Just my child and I

With aching heart and falling tears;

Tis for my love I cry.

 

He lies beaneath this Willow Tree,

A victim of the war,

We'll never dream our dreams;

Beneath the Willow anymore.

 

I sit beneath the Willow Tree,

Just my thoughts and me,

Dreaming dreams of by-gone days;

And things not meant to be.

 

 

Reviews

[jen -- JG]

A beautiful poem that prickled the hair on the back of my neck.

This only happens when something reaches into my soul - or when my ghostly vistitors pop by to say hello.

You reached something in my soul with this one.

Simple - straight forward - hearfelt - The Willow holds the life story of a couple- Young love ... true love... lost love... and final acceptance - memories of love...

well done lovely lady - well done.

jen-JG

[shadadakiya]

that was so beautiful i lost my sons dad also i know how it feel's the pain never really goes away you just have to learn to deal with it and go on,great write thank you for sharing that with us all

[Shelly Wiseberg]

Beautiful, emotional, heartfelt write, of great love then loss under that weeping willow. I felt it! Shelly

[Dezaraye]

This is an absolutely stunning piece. I love the progression of life beneath the willow tree. This reminds me of Shel Silverstein's The Giving Tree. You've outdone yourself on this one. I love it.

[James K. Blaylock]

Wow, I greatly enjoyed this one. It truly pulls at the heart-strings, my friend.

jkb