
The tree of memories sat and watched
Listening closely though gnarly and notched
To the woman's story of heartbreak and sorrow
Begging pleading for a better tomorrow
One in which the pain was eased
The burden carried, somehow appeased
The love of her life was gone forever
Down romance's path, she would not endeavour
So crushed at heart was she
Impossible a better 'morrow see
In which she would be happy again
Free from enveloping pain
A timeless tale of love and loss
Their paths not meant to cross
And still that great old tree
Was deeply moved by heartfelt plea
She witnessed this event a thousand times
It would always strike her as such a crime
Her unending solitude spent listening
Providing shelter under leaves glistening
In mute silence, she would stand
Unable to hold out a helping hand
And yet to her for comfort, they come
Knowing here, they are forever welcome
They find solace on bent knee
Nestled beneath this old tree.
About the Creator
Phyllis Holt
A Self Published eBook Novelist - Blog & Reviews of Books, Films, Authors & Music since 2016. Writer, Humorist, Cheesecake lover, and cat enthusiast.


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