Mother

January 9, 2013 at 8:25 pm (history, literature, philosophy, Poems, poetry, sociology, Stories) (apple tree, children, experience, family, journey, life, love, mother, motherhood, poem, poems, poetry, relationships, rhyming, woman, world)

When this apple tree is axed and carted to the yard

its old leaves stripped, its twisted branches cut and carved;

when birds and errant squirrels are summarily dismissed,

and mistletoe is torn and puckered lips unkissed;

somewhere beyond the function of its analytic brain

beneath the anxious beating of its heart, the alignment of its grain

we will get down to the nub, that grande dam the tree would be,

except artful years bore sweetest fruit contorting destiny.

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