The tree that never dies
Dedicated to those I've lost
I have your humor; I am quiet just like you
I put it all together, a puzzle piece by piece
I never want to, stir the waters blue
When I was born, you said “she looks like me”
And many of the things I do,
reflection in your eyes
I still remember
when you calmed me late at night
And the way you listened
And always passed out grace
Even in the silence
Kindness written on your face
The way you fight for
The meek and broken down
You hold on tightly
No one will take your crown
And I will carry on,
I will hold these tight
All the branches
That I’ve grow deep inside
The way they were
Those things will never die
From the roots, buried now
To the leaves that have to fly
About the Creator
Raine Fielder
Raine has been writing poetry since she was in seventh grade. She has written several poems, song lyrics, short stories and eight books. Writing is her main purpose.
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From the roots... to the leaves - this is such a beautiful idea. Your poem made a bit sad thinking of my relatives that I lost, but it also filled me with so much love for them. I love your tree metaphor.