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Our Tree of Memories
by John HarderYou and I
sit on our porch swing
at the age of 46
staring at the tree
we planted with love
over 20 years ago
The rope for the swing
has unraveled
but to take it down would be wrong
There's way too many memories
like the time our boy
-all grown up now-
swung for the first time
without our help
Or the time you and I sat on it
all night talking
about nothing
and everything all at once
We'd lay under that old oak
watching the stars
with failed attempts to count them all
We got to 476 once
before we gave up to look at each other
So many good memories
memories that could be someday
if only we would have a tree
with a big swing hanging from it 11/16/2002 Posted on 11/16/2002
Copyright © 2024 John Harder
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 11/17/02 at 02:51 PM Hmmmm ...what about leaving the swing and the tree out? The memories could still be great...a little different...but who knows even better!!
Great poem John. |
| Posted by Melissa Arel on 01/31/03 at 12:51 PM I really liked this, John.. sweetness was woven throughout the entire piece.. beautiful, sincere, and hopefully that will be me in 50 years! :) |
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