Sapling…

“I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” -Maya Angelou

 

We planted a seed,

Of loving and blithe.

A beautiful young seedling,

Our love did thrive.

 

A grove, A camaraderie

To make our grove thrive was our plan.

Two contorted hands meeting,

Woman and man.

 

The bluebirds did rejoice,

When our copse began to grow.

But you were axed out of my life,

The  stump of mise-low…

 

A decaying oak and his sapling,

Your departure did leave.

With unparalleled love I bestowed her

Though we lived, torn with grieve.

 

20 years on, you will still always be,

My young sapling sweetheart.

Our hearts always together,

Although we may be a-million miles apart…

 

(Please do not copy or reproduce this poem without permission)

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There is a new 25 word (25 and under) writing competition on the theme of Childhood; it may be a real account or fictional piece and the deadline is the 15th of January .

Every entrant shall have their work published and blogs linked to, except the winner who will be linked to for a fortnight.

To submit an entry, please send me your piece using the contacts section at the top of the page or email me at:

uponthehearth@gmail.com

Thank you for taking part!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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