The Weeping Willow

The Weeping Willow

by Kelly F. Barr

The willow weeps over the fresh grave
underneath the shade of her branches.
The grave of a child whose life ended
much too soon.
A child who used to sing, dance and laugh
under the willow’s loving arms.
A child with golden curls, laughing eyes,
freckled nose and dimpled cheeks.
She held tea parties with Mr. Bear,
Susie Hedgehog, Peter Rabbit and
Jenny, her ragdoll, on a blanket
beneath the willow’s protective leaves.
Today the willow’s branches hang a bit lower;
her leaves droop in sadness,
and the willow stands alone.


Today’s poem is my attempt at writing a Free Verse Poem.  Do you write Free Verse Poetry?  Have you written any poetry for National Poetry Month yet?  Leave a link in the comment section below and I’ll be sure to stop by and read them.

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