Weeping Willow

Mom sure loved willow switches. Those willows never wore out, she’d make them sing forever. Worse, I had to pick them out. I needed to change some things, mom did not ask for this mess. Time for me to grow up some. My first switch, too small. At thirteen and six foot tall, I then tore down half a tree. “No more whippings for me mom!” Mom cried tears of joy! For the TREES EVERYWHERE contest entered by John Trusty. A true story and I made sure to never make my mother cry again.