A Dying Friend Poem by sania harris

Grandpa took us to the museum
To show us what it looked like
He said we would be astounded
To doubt a such existed

It was giant with a sturdy coat
Likely brown or likely black
Frizzy hair like Bob Marley’s
Green was just the exception

It held my granma’s skin
More craggy than the pictures
Many arms oh! Many fingers
Countless, myriad they!

It wasn’t as pretty as gran’ used to say
Nor was it God’s finest creation
But I’ve finally witnessed what poets had quoted
Oh! I saw a tree!

(At the rate our world is moving in, trees are going to be a rare sight to the children of the future)

May 13,2010