The Old Willow Tree

A mother's love never departs

The Old Willow Tree

Darkness covers the grass,

As the lonely willow tree weeps,

A single stone......left alone,

Song from a pond frog peeps.

Twisted....the wood makes it's way,

Sunlight bends as night steals day,

The wind sings a lullaby, soft on an evening mist,

The stars send a kiss from twilight's gaze.

The lonely willow tree weeps,

Her strong days nearly gone,

Young children's voices.....just memories,

As they danced around her, near the lawn.

She gave protection,

She weathered the many storms,

Provided a young family affection,

And her love...in so many forms.

The house, now fallen and astray,

The yard just a memory,

The poor willow tree sways,

Her years of service .....rudimentary.

As the lonely willow tree weeps,

Her branches broken and worn,

A warm blanket the leaves keep,

On the ground from whence she was born.

As night dew covers the forgotten home,

The old willow tree cries,

Her lost leaves create a loam,

Where the worms and beetles hide.

But on this night,

Near the fallen gnome,

A light shown in sight,

Glowing......from inside the home.

Then out stepped a strange face,

and one well known,

A single tear fell from his face,

As he said "I'm home".

As the two stood near the old willow tree,

She swayed with the wind's song,

Her pain nearly gone.

For the man who stood near,

Was just a child in her sight,

Who rested in her arms,

When her leaves were green and bright.

J. L. Lewis

Dedicated to my mother with love

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I love the willow tree. You create places and memories with the description. Something stand longer than life like the willow tree to remind us. Love is forever. You honored your mother with this amazing and beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Anél De Meyer]

The imagery in this poem is amazing. I fell into it

[Relic]

~It would be impossible to review a poem like this without adding the word 'excellent.' Every stanza is clear and concise and builds the plot of the story to its emotional ending. This is creative and well worth calling art.~