A friendship grew to be larger than just the willow tree.
Special Thanks to my friend, Laura Lango, for inspiring this poem.
I remember the first time I saw your face.
That cool afternoon down by the pond,
under the willow tree.
I saw you coming from the woods,
You walked over my way an’ sat down,
under the willow tree.
You talked to me. I talked to you.
You said to meet me again tomorrow,
under the willow tree.
That night seemed not to pass as I thought of you.
I could not wait until tomorrow to meet,
under the willow tree.
I spent many days with you and felt no shame,
though you were a girl. Everyday I’d play with you,
under the willow tree.
We became best friends as we grew up together.
We sat closer. I held your hand,
under the willow tree.
We carved our names in the heart of our tree.
We danced through the storm. I kissed your lips,
under the willow tree.
We made memories I’ll never forget.
We skipped school to meet each other,
under the willow tree.
We became more passionate as days passed by,
Each day, and hour, I spent with you,
under the willow tree.
But no one could have foreseen
The evening I found you,
under the willow tree.
The blemish on your arm,
the marking of a snake that took a life away,
under the willow tree.
You lay lifeless in my arms.
My tears land unforgivably on your face,
under the Weeping Willow.
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