Weeping Willow
Mom sure loved willow switches.
Those willows never wore out,
she’d make them sing forever.
Worse, I had to pick them out.
I needed to change some things,
mom did not ask for this mess.
Time for me to grow up some.
My first switch, too small.
At thirteen and six foot tall,
I then tore down half a tree.
“No more whippings for me mom!”
Mom cried tears of joy!
For the TREES EVERYWHERE contest entered by John Trusty. A true story
and I made sure to never make my mother cry again.
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