Barren Branches of a Willow Tree Die
Stones stand erect like sentries keeping guard
as I walk alone, with tear in my eye,
through this deserted cemetery yard.
In the back corner stands my father’s grave;
I sadly reminisce the days gone by,
and all the memories my mind does save.
Robbed by old age, my father’s mind was shut;
upper tree branches left to question why.
Strong and sturdy the lower branches, but
barren branches of a willow tree die.
June 11, 2018
Contest: Rhyme Time 4 - 10 Lines
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Copyright © John Gondolf | Year Posted 2018
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