Read Poem: WILLOW, by DMaria Woods

Like a baby’s cry

in the middle of the night,

old Willow sighs.

I’ve trained my ears to hear

her creaking bones.

Sounds of an old house settling,

or an abandon church echoing.

This woman was not forgotten by one man.

I am a leaf, a seed.

Call me what you will,

but I am the offspring of this weeping tree.

Willow, bent by the hands of time,

drowning in her rain of tears

she could not forget one man.

I am a reminder of what they once had.

I am their leaf, and Willow was a strong tree,

much stronger than I will ever be.

Like a baby’s cry in the middle of the night

Old Willow sighs.

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