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Under a Willow Tree
April 28, 2015
Under a willow tree summer’s wind blows.
Skies darken like the depths of the deep sea.
I lay quietly as so no one knows,
Watching nightlife emerge as daytime flees.
Flickering lights illuminate the night.
The soft chirps of crickets under my shoe
Where flowers rest in the palm on my right
A bouquet for my mother to find a new.
As if the ring never left her finger
A pot of flowers planted in its place
Or shaped into a bracelet lingered
With me she will stay beneath this glass case
Under a willow tree time frozen
A home where happy thoughts are chosen.
© Richard F., League City, TX
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On November 21 2014, my parents officially confirmed they were getting a divorce. I knew it was coming for a while now, but it is so much more painful as reality than a thought. I feel as if I can relate to the pain with my mother more than my father, and I want her to have a happy place with me. One we can share together in peace. A place where nothing can hurt us, and the world could never touch us. One day, I was walking by a lake to find a willow tree (which is my favorite tree because it reminds me of wisdom) and I sat under it for what seemed like hours, and I felt that peace i was looking for, the frozen time I craved. I just imagine now, to wish for a willow tree of my own, in my backyard.