The Magnolia Tree

A poem about the heartbreak of foreclosure

It must have been that old tree
That made me really want this place
Something about the emerald of its leaves
Must have convinced me to stay
The way our children played together
Without worry or care, running free
We carefully planned out forever
'Neath the magnolia tree

Summers were spent, their legs dangling from its limbs
Until the bright and gleaming skies began to gray
Out the front door, I'd call out for them
And patiently, they'd wait for the following day
Oh, the beauty of that freshly fallen snow
And the way it settled in the crevices of the leaves
We twirled about together as you recorded the show
We made many memories 'neath the magnolia tree

Though time has seen our shattered dreams
And our house is nothing more than four walls
Still standing is that old tree
It's what brought us here afterall
I whisper a prayer into the wind
And with a sigh, I set our hopes free
If I must start over again, please let it begin
'Neath the magnolia tree

Author's Note

Please ignore any grammatical errors

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[littlegirl30]

This is a poem I wrote a few months back as we are facing foreclosure. ):