The Weeping Tree

A Grandfather's sad story

Buried beneath the Willow Tree is a sorrow unknown to me

Where my grandfather would tell me stories of his younger days, his glory 

When he was healthy and strong when he didn't know right from wrong 

When he first met his love, how their hands slid together, like a glove 

They often came to this Willow Tree, They often came to this Willow Tree 

Until one day she left before him, grandfather found her high in the limbs 

Her feet dangling just as low, as the willows trees gentle bow 

As grandfather spoke to me, about the good stories of the Willow Tree 

There were always notes of the sad times, the times where he still cries

But he still visits the weeping tree, I wonder if its just to see

The spirit of his first love, that dances with the stars above 

Reviews

[Franco]

Such a touching poem. It seemed very nostalgic and familiar, and written in a very artistic style. Very beautiful; thank you for taking the time to write such a gem.

[Kathrine Rethorn]

Thank you so much for taking time out of your day to tell me what you think. I really appreciate it! ^_^

[Relic]

There's a touch of sorrow and eeriness within this. They'll be someone waiting for him one day I suppose under better circumstances.

[Kathrine Rethorn]

He found another love and was able to live happily although he still misses his first he always hopes to see her again.

[Relic]

I've always wondered about that. If a guy's wife passes away and he remarries and she dies, who does he see first? lol Makes you think.

[Kathrine Rethorn]

I think they would both greet him with love. I personally think the first lover would have wanted him to be happy and move on and would thank the second wife for taking care of him :)

[Relic]

I'll go with that. :)

[HadesRising]

Well written and polished piece here. Well Done.

[Kathrine Rethorn]

Thank you so much ^-^