Peach tree reaches high and wide

fits in with the household tide,

echos gather at the leaf

one by one, to speak to me

in memories I don't forget

while my siblings warn regret

using words like old wasp stings

kept for moments just like these.

Peach seeds fall at night,  their tide

fills in household corner pride,

echo re-birth tales from these,

one by one, to catch the leaves,

while old pictures i inspect,

remember,  while they forget,

plucking trusty cuss-word sting

cutting through the echo ring.

Climbing up, I climb it high

in my dreams, the household pride

stays despite the falling leaves

I imagine say to me;

'memories time will forget,

lest the ribbing shows regret,

useless word, the spanish sting

masks forgiveness you must see'

Peach tree reaches high and wide

fills in memories with her pride

echos gather slow, on leaves

one by one, to sing to me

notes of forgiveness to heed,

one by one, i'm listening...

Rose Loya copyright 2008