My Mothers Tree
Only memory is harsh for
gifted thoughts and scenes remind me
of a tree near to my childhood.
only there I felt no fear or
knew of loss and life, and reading
of the men better for clear sight.
Yet it fades away, I know it
still exists; the shade is passing
and it looks not as remembered.
Copyright © Jake A. | Year Posted 2016
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