The Farewell of a Magnolia Tree
Goodbye record blackened storm,
And as I lie drying from green to crisp
Waiting for the inevitable debris city truck,
I shall drain my memories,
You were only two and I was 5 feet tall
When you hovered in your sandbox
Making mud pies,
And I shaded you when you read your first words
On a palette under summer skies.
Dropping big white blossoms as I grew
And spread my arms bearing wax of green,
And now I lie on your parkway telling
Your aging appreciation goodbye,
And are you crying?
So am I
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2019
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