The Nutmeg Tree

A friend stood in my front yard
With leaves like whispers
And branches that spiraled softly
She was a beauty
Her scent, a sweet memory
Her branches, a place for me to zest
We had a silent understanding
She’d move the ants away
When I sat on her limbs
As a child, I escaped
From the boredom of school
I didn’t like it
It never felt right
When the school bus came
I’d hold my mom’s hand tight
Or cling to my tree friend
The nutmeg tree, my safe place
For I loved her dearly
But time always won
And she had to leave
My childhood friend
Left me alone
In this wondrous world..

Irfan Habeeb
Irfan Habeeb

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