She looked out and saw that tree stump
It brought back those memories
The green grass where she had her first play set
And right in front of her yard, where she first rode a bike
As she grew older, many young men were introduced to the tree
There were gatherings of truth or dare
They were all exploring the unexplored
All in the laughter of adolescence
The years passed as fast as the leaves fell
There were the little one on one meetings under this tree
These were a bit more serious, rather than playful
These were the days that love began to blossom
One day in the middle of a summer night, he brought her there
He said, "I have one last truth and dare.
The truth is that I have a ring, and I dare you to say yes"
She accepted under that aging tree, and the truth was that she loved that tree
Months later those wedding bells rang
The tree flourished in the beautiful pink flowers as the ceremony went on below it
As the last "I Do's" were said, the magnificent white doves were released
But to no ones notice, a lone mourning dove sang quietly in the distance
Years later she looked out her window and saw a little seedling next to the tree
Just then she felt a little kick in her abdomen and she knew it was time
After many painful hours came a lovely baby boy
She didn't sleep that night as she stayed up with the newborn
Time wore on, and little Hunter began to grow up
Life was perfect for her family
Until one day, those leaves turned brown a little too early
She walked outside and saw a note saying "I'm sorry" in her husbands handwriting
Needless to say, she never saw him again
As time passed, more and more leaves fell
Eventually the tree was brought down in a storm
And all that remained was a little stump
Her life seemed dead to her as she cradled little Hunter, but everything would always remain in her heart
And the tree, which now also was consumed by death, would always remain in the ground, where it all started
She looked out and saw that tree stump
And it brought back those memories
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The Path Within
PoetryNote- If you want more mature poems - start with "Rationalization" These poems are either from the end of my sophomore year of high school (before Rationalization) or after my senior year of college (after Rationalization). Just thought I would give...