for my son


Acorns

You are me before I hit the
Inevitable wall of life.
In you I see my best parts
Flourish...
Myself renewed and sparkling.
You are an oak tree in the autumn...
As you drop your leaves multicoloured
Into the path to dispel old wraths
They play around my feet then float
Above the dark waters bringing this
Glow of hope to my eyes.
I know this tree will never
Perish...
As I straddle atop the wall
I count all my little acorns.











Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-12-13 at 02:14

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Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
great poem, Jenks

Do your acorns know just how much they are loved?

xxx Stan
2009-12-13


NicholasG
...and you are the saviour of a snowy Saturday night.
Bravo!!!
xx Nick
2009-12-13