BENEATH THE WILLOW TREE

A Willow Tree
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Beneath The Willow Tree 

I saw you today, beneath the willow tree. 

I’m glad you’re at peace and finally free.

From the pain that ravaged your entire body.

It held you so tight and so cruelly.

Watching you suffer while I stood helplessly.

I’ll be honest with you. I miss your sweet face.

And being held in the warmth of your gentle embrace.

You are someone I could never replace.

That’s why I come so often to your resting place. 

Just to be near you. Wrapped in your grace.

And so I update you about what’s going on.

I swear I hear your laughter even though you’re gone. 

I think you’d like my new friend. His name is John.

He used my poetry in his latest song.

And he makes me feel like the most beautiful swan.

He truly makes me shine. Such an alluring glow.

Don’t worry yourself. We are taking things slow. 

Our lives woven together, while the both of us sew.

Now it’s getting dark, so I’d better go.

But I’ll be back tomorrow, when the sun’s laying low. 

I’ll forever hold you dear. In case you didn’t know. 

Now I leave you at the willow tree. The one that you watch grow.

Original Poetry Written By 

Eryn Dunbar 

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