My Home Tree

I have seen you 
In seasoning stages
For five years
You were my home tree

You would lend me a strong arm to swing on every day
I never wanted to hurt you
So I left you alone to whistle to the skies of pain
Yet you were still my home tree

Since I left you seven years ago
I have left you my childhood swing
You can have my troubles
Since you are my home tree

So I ask you, "How are you?"
You'd say, "I'm a like a demolished house being ripped away from this earth"
"I'm so sorry," I would say 
Because you are my friend and my home tree

I lose my grip, hearing your pain
I hug you for the last time, to heal your loss
I love you forever, to keep you alive
Because I care and you are my home tree

"Thank you for sharing your happiness with me," you'd say
I would cry for your life, knowing there's not another living spirit like you
I would shout for your unheard voice to travel everywhere
Because you are my only hope, for you to still be my home tree. 


Written at 4/27/02
Copyright 2002 Molly Zaloudek. All Rights Reserved.