Teddy
By Tim Lennox
You never know
What you leave behind
when you leave for good.
Eight decades later, she still remembers
the boy in the tree
who fell & died
after so short a life.
Her first brush with death!
Remembered still.
What kind of tree?
A Willow.
Weeping, of course.
As does she,
reliving her long ago grief.
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