Beneath The Willow Tree
15 May, 2004
Author: Willahh
Far away I ran. Away from My Mother.
Away from My Father, her man. They
were "fighting" - again, and I was
"crying" - again; so, I hid.
It was cool there in the
shade surrounded by
sounds nature made. I
passed the time away
talking to a praying
mantis who told me
he wished no one or
no thing would ever
find us. Miss Butterfly
said, in her voice so very
trill, "Yes, yes! Sweet dear,
yes! let's just stay under
here and be very very still."
Just then a silence fell
upon us all. Every
living thing was made to feel
once again very, very small. Even I closed
my little green eyes for a
minute or two
trying to conceive
a world without
any of you!
------- Author's Notes -------
Dedicated to God for giving me the words to write, and to my daugher, Brittany Patrice Whitley-Wilkerson from wherehence all my blessings began. |
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