The Mulberry Tree Poem by Edwina Reizer
The Mulberry Tree
When the mulberry tree is in bloom
and the berries are plump and sweet
I remember again from long ago
where it was we’d meet.
Not one berry did we pick.
Not one touched our lips.
But this mattered not to you or me.
We touched our finger-tips.
And the mulberries fell upon the ground
and the tree was bare in the fall.
But the memory of the tree and you
is what I do recall.
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