Kylie Routley Poet Free verse

My Grandparent's Tree

I stopped and looked
at a small tree
in my grandparents' lawn.
Branches sprang
right and left,
up and down,
this way and that.
There were so many
little twigs and branches
yet only four leaves remained there,
hanging on for their life.
I stood and wondered
what was so significant about
this tree.
It seemed so normal then
and I probably
just would have passes by this tree
without a second thought
if it were not at this particular time
in my life.
As I stared at this tree
I reached out an arm to gently touch
what has so strongly touched me.
I noticed that the leaves,
no matter how hard they try to hold on,
will fall gently by the slightest touch
and I turned and left the tree
with only three leaves.

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