love de un trunko
As I began my life so did it,as a plant really weak n pretty, as
time went by it grow strong n hard not the straightes but
still it grow, from flowers n leaves, fruits n trash,
Keeping it clean n clear out of harms way I even read to it n
talked how many day went.
I felt it , like a bond was created the more I cared for it,the
more fruits n prettier it got a strong pretty,
Smell came from it,so good tht u wonder how it made tht
smell, but there comes times when money is tight n not
enough , tht smell stopped like it know wht was to happen,
flowers so little n less glow, fruits much less n with no
taste. We moved houses. Years past by still had it in my
mind, everyday I wondered wht happend to it, finally got the
courage n past by the house, no house
Only works,they were deciding who was to bring the tree
down, to my surprise it grow tall really tall, I talked it out n
asked to bring it down if anyone was to do it, it was to be
It took me three days to get it to a stump, "ok well take it
frm here well chip it n move on",
"CAN u do me a favor?, dig it out with ur machine n load it
in my truck?, I want to take it."
So they did, I have rented a truck n not wrkd for three
Days,with lots of soil in a bag, i was taking it back with me
to plant in my new house,as i finished planting it,
the smell return.
Copyright © felipe santiago | Year Posted 2010
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