Elms - Poem by Juan Olivarez
My elms are loosing their leaves,
They plead to heaven, their branches bare.
It feels like a time to grieve,
They're like cancer victims, that loose their hair.
All three gaze to the sky above,
Hoping that God will answer their plea.
Or see the white descending dove,
That will set their spirits free.
Come the spring, their leaves will sprout again,
Like cancer survivors, regrow their hair.
And life goes on, despite the pain,
As long as there's someone that cares.
12/1/10 Alton Texas
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