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Carving names into trees

Poetry By: Dino
Poetry



For the mothers.


Submitted:Aug 1, 2007    Reads: 284    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


I built my house on
memory lane, because it was
the safest place
I had ever known.
You carved our names in the
tree there when I was just
a boy, I remember.
I love that place
because it never left me
and whenever I felt scared
or alone
I would walk its beaten path
with you and it would
take away all my pain.
I grew strong on
memory lane, and my
children will grow there
too.
And when they are afraid
in the night,
I will carry them there
like I was carried.
We will sing every song
there,
and read every book.
We will laugh there,
and jump there.
And when we feel alive
we will celebrate there.
We will skin knees there,
and heal there.
And when we cry there,
there will always be
a shoulder.
Your shoulder.
My shoulder.
Today I will walk to
our names
on our tree
on memory lane and carve
something else,
"Thank you."





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