The Willow Tree

The shadow,
I am surrounded by your beauty.
Your leaves fall down
enclosing me in your dreamy land,

I dream here,
I cry here,
I think here,
I love here.

Someone has sat here before.
There is litter where I sit;
But I am afraid.
Afraid to touch your disease,
Afraid to get dirty.

This is where I dream,
Where I cry,
Where I think,
Where I love,
Where I run and hide.

How can life be so cruel,
Unfair,
Contaminating your space,
Ruining my peace.
Yet as dirty as your spot becomes,
I sit here...

Dreaming I could dream when I leave
Crying that I must leave,
Thinking, How can I fix this?
Loving every moment I have to spend with you.
Wanting to run back to you and hide in your beauty.

Mom

Mom

How can I thank you
For all you do?

Years weren’t easy,
You tried to please me,

I was a punk
But I grew outta that funk:)

Now I am older,
I still need your shoulder,

You give it free
You don’t judge me

Advice so wise
Never disguised

Honesty I can trust
Even about lust:)

Thanks for your ear
Thanks for your tear

What you said tonight
Made me feel right,

You said it was great
Now I write for you late!

Thanks, that means so much,
My heart, you touch,

My soul is glistening
Because you were listening,

I can go so far
Be a star

Because of your true words
I’ll fly like a bird

Thanks for what you do
Thanks ma, I love you!

Dedicated to my mother who gave me a great compliment tonight! This one is for you. Happy Mother’s Day.
By Nicole Serra-Gonzalez