Remembering days gone by
When under a weeping willow tree
I played with dollies, just them and me.
Parents surrounding my entire world
Friends calling to come out and play
Life was good and all was going my way.
Now I look back at what I had
And treasure the moments gone by
As I sit here alone with tears in my eyes.
Parents pass into the heavenly realm
Changes we do not ask for come upon us
Some of them hitting like a big giant bus.
Holidays are coming and some sit all alone
Remembering good food and love everywhere
Wanting so desperately to be needed and share.
I wish I could go back and change that big clock
And hear mom and dad’s voice just one more time
Waiting to see Santa, just waiting in line.
People come and go out of our lives
A few who drift in stay your whole life through
Now the holidays are here, and I’m longing for you.
- Artist weaves a cathedral from excess willow tree saplings (ecochunk.com)
- It’s All the Garden’s Fault! (wanderingwithspirit.wordpress.com)
- The Weeping Willow Tree Owner (anexerciseindiscipline.com)
- Weekend Film: The Willow Tree (themuslimissue.wordpress.com)