POEM # 8 - CREATORS UNITED - 24 HOUR CHARITY STREAM
Words by Mel:
Mom
Power
Inspire
Willow tree
Inspire
Willow tree
The Willow Wept
In the garden of our family home
Stood an ancient, gnarled old willow tree
We didn't have a garden gnome
We shared nature with the ladybug and bee
Manicures (and pedis) were for us and not the lawn
Our garden was a growth and play ground
Where food was grown and logs were sawn
A haven around which our childhood wound
We shared nature with the ladybug and bee
Manicures (and pedis) were for us and not the lawn
Our garden was a growth and play ground
Where food was grown and logs were sawn
A haven around which our childhood wound
That tree stood by me through many loves
A magnificent giant, scarred with many a carved heart
It wept with me in the desolation I wove
To guide me through my sighs and gulping tears
It wept with me in the desolation I wove
To guide me through my sighs and gulping tears
It bore silent witness each afternoon as the sun dipped to its rest
When a window in the house reflected a bright white gleam
That shone on its trunk and each bird's nest
Light that changed each leaf to a shimmering lime green
Light that changed each leaf to a shimmering lime green
In those moments I often saw my mother watching me
Sometimes with a gentle smile, at others with her lips drawn in pain
There is no power to which a mother is privy
That will be of any help to young lovelorn teen
That will be of any help to young lovelorn teen
My Mom knew as only she could have known
The courage I’d need to become who I am today
Her strength inspired me to have a mind of my own
Her innate power still takes my breath awayWhat's instructive for all who wish to experience life's thrill
Is that it's a complex jungle to be conquered on our own
As the willow wept with me and yet stands upright still
Our lifepath is a path to growth that is ours alone
As the willow wept with me and yet stands upright still
Our lifepath is a path to growth that is ours alone
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