"Mama?"
A hazy and gilded memory hums from a corner of my mind.
"Why isn't our tree as big as Nana and Poppa's?"
I stare up at my mother's soft face. The backyard drips with honey as sun sets through the weeping leaves of my grandparents' willow tree.
Nana sits at her little glass table, smiling from behind her teacup. Poppa drinks lemonade and tells Auntie about his morning paper.
My mother laughs and kisses my cheek, "It needs time to grow."
Today, my daughter sits beneath my mother's willow tree.
I smile as her daughter asks the same question.
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This scene is beautiful 🥹 I really hope you grew up in such a loving place! ❤️🥰
I felt like I was the main character
This is such a beautiful story, Em. Your vivid description of the scene transported me there. Well done!
I love the sense of family here
sweetest piece of art i read today!, would love to read more of these.
Absolutely gorgeous language! “The backyard drips with honey as sun sets through the weeping leaves of my grandparents' willow tree.” I love the sentiment of this so much, and it’s why I’m not a woman who fears or resists aging. I embrace it. I’ve had time to grow, and I hope to be blessed with decades more, so I can stand as tall as an old tree. Also, weeping willows are my personal favorite.
Oh beautifully and succinctly done! Loved that.
Awww, this was just so wonderful! I loved it!
Very beautiful.
"The backyard drips with honey" -- love that line, and how it captures the sepia sweetness of this poem.
What a lovely contemplation about time and family, and generations with shared cornerstones. I love how vividly peaceful and full of sweetness this little story is. ❤️ Wonderful work.
This is such a sweet poem!! I love the hints of love and closeness continuing and growing from generation to generation. Well done!!