My Fondest Memory - the Memory Tree
There's a space I have in my back yard
That has the prettiest of flowering trees
Where each scented bloom holds a fragrance of you
Along with the fondest of memories
With yellow flowers that open up like the sunrise
On the mornings you a woke in my arms
The ones in pink, the color of your blushing cheeks
When I mentioned how beautiful you were
The color of red like the hair on your head
Sparking more memories
With one flower as blue as the deep oceans hue
When we walked along the open sea
And orange like that of the sunset
As the end of our days comes to mind
With the leaves of green being that of envy
Of the man that now has you in his life
There's a space I have in my back yard
That has the prettiest of flowering trees
Where each scented bloom holds a fragrance of you
Along with the fondest of memories
12/13/16
My Fondest Memory contest
Copyright © Mike Hauser | Year Posted 2016
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