Our Special Tree
The
hills ablaze with the sunset,
Not a
cloud floats in the sky,
The birds all hush their
singing,
As I
walk slowly by.
I found
the old oak tree,
Its
limbs now are spread wide,
Much
taller than in years before,
Its
branches full of pride.
And it
stirred old memories I thought had
died,
From
years long in the past,
When
you held me close and whispered
that,
Our love would always last.
I find myself softly humming,
The words to our favortie song,
The one we sang together,
As we used to walk along.
And I located our
special tree,
My
fingers seeking there found,
Our
initials carved so carefully,
Deep,
bold, and slightly round.
My mind’s eye saw your dear
face,
Just as it used to
be,
With
shining eyes and smiling lips,
Sweet
kisses shared with me.
I can
feel the arms that held me close,
Until
that fateful day,
You
spread your wings, not looking back,
And
turned and walked away.
We said
that we would stay in touch,
Empty words, not meant to
be,
Uttered
by two kids in love,
Beneath
our special tree.
© 2003 Loree (Mason) O’Neil