M.. BERRYANN - The Mimosa Tree

Long before I first opened my eyes- <br />Mother adopted a baby mimosa tree, <br />Firmly rooted in the center of our front yard, <br />Beyond a patch of Lily of the Valley. <br /> <br />Only a tree lover can understand <br />The perseverance, the endless hours, <br />And mother truly marveled at <br />Each birth of its flowing flowers. <br /> <br />As a child I never understood <br />Mothers feelings for the mimosa tree, <br />Even after breaking off a branch <br />One afternoon, climbing carefree. <br /> <br />When life allows me a moment <br />To stop and appreciate the world's beauty, <br />I find comfort in the pink flowers <br />Of every full flowing mimosa tree… <br /> <br />And how much I miss you mother… <br />Since you passed. <br /> <br />Written by Mark L. Berryann 2006 <br />All rights reserved<br /><br />M.. BERRYANN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-mimosa-tree/