Pear Tree – WINTRYPOET

PEAR TREE

I stood half asleep on Memory Street,
And eyed two Persians with black feet.
They were searching for the hand that fed them,
But all they found was an empty seat.

And every night, like a worn-out song,
They came and purred on the lawn.
Gazing only towards Your empty chair,
And refusing to accept You were gone.

On the porch the gathered leaves
Blow about and crackle in the breeze.
I try to wake, and come to my senses,
But my eyes are open, and my heart grieves.

The blue bird came and waited for You,
And sadly sang the whole day through.
It took one last gaze at Your chair,
Cried one last time, and away it flew.

Fireflies came out and filled the air.
They circled Your empty chair;
And my mind refused to accept the fact,
That years have passed since You sat there.

A silhouette appeared near the garage.
Was it my deceiving eyes? Was it a mirage?
Some dreams are cruel and vex the mind,
They taunt the heart and do not oblige.

Was this dream in earnest, or jest?
Was it asking too much to be blessed,
With one last vision of Your smiling face,
And ease a heart most cruelly oppressed?

I saw the beautiful garden as it used to be,
And Your tall and blossoming Pear Tree.
Both were in abundance and full of life.
If only the Gardener was here, and He could see!

And there beneath that old Pear Tree,
Two Sisters reunite with bread and tea.
One broke a smile, in my youth I knew,
The other appeared so far from me.

I couldn’t reach out to them, or make a sound;
My feet were frozen in the ground.
But I somehow sensed the bloodline.
The love within was all around.

And all that I beheld with eye serene;
The garden and tree are all flush and green;
I know by morning the beauty will fade,
The likes of which will never be seen.

The Pear Tree still stands in my mind,
And will forever flourish and remind
Us, those memories are all we have…
We, the Seventy plus Pears You left behind.