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Oak Tree

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Oak Tree

Jan 7
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The bedroom window frames the backyard.

Blue sky, green grass, old oak tree.

Once, a tire swing dangled from its strongest branch.

I cannot think of the right words.

Once, a boy scaled its wide trunk.

I cannot express the whirl of emotions.

Once, a family held a picnic under its canopy.

I cannot ease the heartache or escape the sorrow.

Once, a girl used its shade for her pet hamster’s funeral.

I am not stronger or better or hopeful.

Once, a mother watered its thick roots with her tears.

The bedroom window frames the backyard.

Blue sky, green grass, old oak tree.


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