Hanging On

The tree stands outside
my window... There's
snow upon the ground
Apples still hang on
tree's upper branches, Like
there's no snow around

One day snow fell upon
the tree- The apples
received their share...
A picturesque scene
it made, while
the snow was there

Never saw anything
like it- It's an odd
splendor show
Guess it all comes down
to the same in real life
Some mothers hate
to see their children go

Poetry by Helen Paquin The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-11-30 at 15:13

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Great metaphor!