I've seen your first steps and the way you waddled.
I remember your new dog.
Bucky, was it?
Your first bus ride.
Yellow and black, taking you away.
I was there when you broke your arm climbing on me.
That day you got your first friend.
You started to bring more people to play on me.
Suddenly you stopped though.
Playing on me that is.
I foresaw your first kiss when you started hanging out with that girl.
She was sweet, really.
You were very nice to her,
and she loved you for it.
Those sobs still haunt me, the day that Bucky died.
You left me for a while.
Until you came back, to sit underneath me.
I listened while you ranted about college and how stressful it was.
My favorite memory was that time you proposed.
She was very lovely.
Both of you were childhood friends.
Since that moment you rarely came again.
Once in a while, you would take your darling children to visit me.
They grew older and taller every time they came to see me.
You kept on growing too;
Older, plumper, and happier.
Every time I saw you, a few more gray hairs laid atop your head.
Your children's children saw me too.
The visits you treated me with became less and less until it stopped.
The saddest thing, to me, was seeing your children and relatives weep over your death.
One of the most amazing parts of my life was watching you grow up.
Thank you, for choosing me to be your comfort place.
7 comments:
Nice job! This was really good. I like how you never officially reveal the person (or thing) speaking, but it is still very clear that he is a tree or something similar. I also enjoyed how you didn't write it from a human's point of view and how much the tree saw and how he was a part of the person's life.
Bravo! This was brilliantly done. Your use of simple but universally recognized human events drew me in from the first line. I also liked how you didn't inundate your piece with excessive detail. Less is so very often more. I had a lump in my throat at the end; thank you for that lovely feeling.
I have lost all of the words. Trees can be up to 2,000 years old. Some people never see trees in their lives. This fact is sad to me. What inspired you to write this?
Very very nice,,,sweet and lovely and very perceptive
I really liked that you never told us what was watching. It took me a long time to understand that it was a tree.
@Michael O'Coileanin, at first it was the tree branch sitting on my desk. As the story gradually went on though, it reminded me of the Giving Tree. That is what truly inspired me to keep going.
That was so touching! Very sweet. I love how you wrote it. It was nice how you never said what the comfort place was. Where did you get the idea from?
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