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leaving home

I witnessed an acorn being separated from mama oak today
without any fanfare
she casually left her comfort zone
a crackling sound
and then tumbling
tumbling
tumbling
fifty feet
all the way down
and now she waits
to see what the future holds for her
can she one day
reach all the way up
and lovingly brush her new branches
against mother oak's familiar arms
and smile gloriously
for having made it

Comments

Lori ann said…
This is so lovely. I'll never look at a little acorn the same way again!
September 20, 2010 at 8:29 PM
Amanda Summer said…
you are an exquisite poet -- this is lovely!! i will think of this now when i hear acorns dropping near my feet.

i have ♡lori♡ to thank for finding you!

xx
September 21, 2010 at 10:09 AM
pink dogwood said…
Thank you Lori and Amanda. It is so nice to read your kind words - made my day :)
September 21, 2010 at 10:58 AM
Brian Miller said…
beautiful piece...love that you broguht it full circle to when she is grown and brushing the leaves of her mother...nice.
September 21, 2010 at 3:36 PM
Dianne said…
this is a beautiful poem!
you should frame it with some photos of you and your daughter and give it to yourself as a gift :)
September 22, 2010 at 12:41 PM
pink dogwood said…
Thank you Brian

Oh my Dianne! such praise - I love it :)

I was running when I heard a tiny crackling noise up there - I stopped a saw a tiny acorn tumbling down and these thoughts came into my head.
September 22, 2010 at 12:50 PM
Vaidegi J said…
lovely thoughts, put in simple but exquisite words with such a beautiful, gentle, cascading effect! :)
September 27, 2010 at 2:08 AM
indu chhibber said…
Beautiful thoughts,really what an idea!
January 19, 2011 at 6:03 AM
Unknown said…
Woww.. what an amazing thot. i feel a slight pain reading the poem..
July 2, 2013 at 3:04 PM
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