Stop the Trees from Growing
by
Glenda Council Beall
But I came here today, to where Mother nurtured
my spirit and where Daddy kept the roof over my head;
where the fire warmed my bed at night when winter winds
howled ‘round the corners of the old frame house –
when this flat farm with ponds and pines was home.
The road that once the school bus traveled
taking me to spend the day
with someone who was not my mother,
looks like a highway to a place I’ve never been.
It’s not the buildings all torn down, the homes of friends
that now hold dreams of families I don’t know –
It is the trees.
Nothing stopped the trees from growing, growing ever taller,
till they dwarfed the house, the barn, the backyard –
now a tiny garden towered over by a lilac tree,
an oak, and one longleaf pine.
I traveled from what is and has been home for fifteen years,
to visit that which was but is not my home anymore.
Like you, Thomas Wolfe, I can’t go home again.
I can’t go home because that place I once called home is gone.
Forever gone, except in memories that linger like lazy chimney smoke
spiraling through my mind, thoughts that surge a yearning deep within
to hear the laughing voices, see the kindly eyes – stilled voices, loving eyes,
closed under sod upon a quiet hill.
This poem was published in 2019 by Jayne Jaudon Ferrer who is the owner of Your Daily Poem.
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Jayne does a great job, too.
Beautiful! I have so many memories of my childhood, growing up with my grandparents living next door to us, down a path through the field and trees. Your poem evokes in me a sense of longing for those years long ago.
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by, Carroll. I am glad you liked this poem.
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