'Carved Initials In A Tree' Poem by Linda Winchell

More than the roses… you unexpectedly bought for me
That’s not where all your love was at.
It was witnessed in the message you carved
Into a tree… where we’d go…sit down and chat.

I didn’t know that you were carving
That heart…with the words, ” I love you”.
Always wondered just where your thoughts were at
Wondered if you were even listing…and never knew.

You have gone to be with other loved ones now
And left me behind alone now to grieve.
While I sit in our special place
Under the branches…of that special tree.

I take my fingers and run them over
Those initials… you so lovingly carved into its trunk.
And I begin to shed…so many tears for you
And release… some of that… hidden unspoken junk.

In hopes that you can hear me dear
Those were the things I didn’t share.
But had always wanted to…believe me
But I wasn’t sure… if you would care.

We should never assume or take for granted
What it is… another might or may not feel.
Just share those things hidden in your heart of hearts
Keeping… all of it shared… real.

I will always sit under this old oak tree
And look up at the heart and our initials carved in.
With hopes that you can feel the love sent
In my tears… and happiest in my loving grin.

By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2009