The Mango Tree
The Mango tree
She was waiting for me where I chose to
build a house and set up my family.
She too grew up, but on her own. Sheltered
my house from the sun and extended her
sweetness every time for free. Now, a
grandma, her limbs are weak. I am afraid
she will collapse over my home in the
next April’s gale. And therefore I think of
sending her off to an old-age-home, the
timber merchant’s yard. She protests not.
As if sensing my mind, she is all blooms
as never before, and I’m in two minds.
23 Aug 2015
Form: Personification
For Charlotte's 'Trees personified' contest.
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