Trees (a memory map poem)

 

Here by this tree,

many memories reside.

The fragrance of pine trees

gently drifts through the air.

Children laugh and smile, as

they watch a butterfly float

down the gravel path

 

Here by this tree

lies friendship and hope.

Days of talking of things

that mattered to us,

watching as the others

played simple games in the grass.

 

Here by this tree,

which we named Thalia

long ago,

I now sit here alone,

wondering, why did you go?

We used to draw pictures, and

sit here to chat,

and listen to the sounds

of this place, our world.

 

Here by this tree

I breathe the same

scent of pine from long ago,

listening to the children laugh.

Still, I will sit here alone,

wondering, always wondering.

Why did you go?

 

-Anna Haag