My Tree and I
The birds have flown up and gone
They have built their own nests
On the trees of the alien lands.
My tree is lonely and leafless.
We look at each other my tree and I
And hear the sounds of winds and trees.
There was a time when
We never heard other sounds,
Except that of our children
Now we hear our own footsteps.
We dine in complete silence
The food containers are full.
Oh, the joys of summer days,
The days for the birds to return,
With their own selves extended,
Feeling the house with laughs & cries.
We look at each other my tree and I.
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The poem was written while travelling from Detroit to Denver on 2-10-05 after passing happy
days with kids and grandkids.
Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2010
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