Get Your Premium Membership

Withering Maple

In an open field stood a withering maple, the only one in sight Initials carved inside a heart, squirrels nesting in the limbs at night One day as a bunny was passing, the maple let out a sigh The bunny looked up, saw sap running down, and asked, "Ms. Maple, why do you cry?" Ms. Maple said, "Son, have a seat. I have a story from long ago I once had a maple friend, and oh, how I loved him so. As saplings, we would laugh and sing, as the squirrels frolicked and played With him next to me, I had the world and I never had to feel afraid As we grew, we had children, this field was full of joy See those initials there? That's from Anne and Roy. One day they got married, and had a child of their own As they lie beneath me, their son is now full-grown He started his own family and they are poor you see He cleared the field to feed them and took everyone from me I am the last one standing with many memories that live on It's just a tad bit lonely as my family is now gone I know he had good reason, so I don't blame the boy But, my last days are just a shade for our dear Anne and Roy"

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.