Jun 16
One day when I was a child
My favorite pear tree fell
I found it strange to know it’s fruit
When I’d only seen it bloom
Split in half by the weight of ice
Right down the middle
A crack of thunder as it went
It was killed by the rain and cold
I used to rest in it’s shadow
Infertile but gracious to me
As the blooms floated down
Like flurrying springtime snow
Strong seeming and lovely smelling
A father in spirit and in truth
Winter killed what spring made beautiful
It held no children but me
My favorite pear tree fell
I found it strange to know it’s fruit
When I’d only seen it bloom
Split in half by the weight of ice
Right down the middle
A crack of thunder as it went
It was killed by the rain and cold
I used to rest in it’s shadow
Infertile but gracious to me
As the blooms floated down
Like flurrying springtime snow
Strong seeming and lovely smelling
A father in spirit and in truth
Winter killed what spring made beautiful
It held no children but me
My wife had a miscarriage in November. They should’ve been born in May. Yesterday was tough, needless to say. I wrote this to cope.
Happy belated Father’s Day regardless. We chopped up the Pear tree and used it for firewood.. so it warmed my home the following year, despite the sadness in this poem.
Happy belated Father’s Day regardless. We chopped up the Pear tree and used it for firewood.. so it warmed my home the following year, despite the sadness in this poem.
(28/M)
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