The weeping willow across the street

Stared at us from the front door neighbors yard

I would sit on the porch and watch its leaves flow in the wind as my tears trickled down my cheek

It’s like if the weeping willow knew my home was filled with sadness

And although we could not get rid of our sorrow

It brought me comfort that I could confide in this beautiful grand tree

It hid all of my secrets and when I finally left home

The tree was cut down and there went all of my secrets

That’s when I knew I was finally free

Angelica Flores