the weeping willow

this is a poem about my childhood friend

the weeping willow was always there

she grew from a foot to 25 feet tall

her branches grew from her body like beautiful hair

sometimes I would walk through her long boughs thinking they were my great halls 

As I grew I played less and talked my share

I told her about everything from my childhood problems to the guy I wanted to call

and there she always was from my birth to my graduation day and I knew she would always care

Reviews

[Tess]

the weeping willow is meant to be my older sister who has always been my guardian angle.

[wordman]

and on a sad day she will weep