By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to LIVING POETRY Bartholomew Barker’s Monday Poetry Prompt: TREE

My little tree
is just a tiny little tree
with long curly leaves
trailing down in fringy falls

A mere two years old
and all of three inches tall
I’ve been told she will fill out
one day full curvy and so beautiful

I’m waiting and waiting
and pining for that special
day to arrive though it feels
like my life is passing me by

Days come and days go and a new
branch with sprouting red leaves
suddenly peeks up from beneath
the mother canopy of weeping leaves

She’s filling out and growing taller
so fancy and so very lovely
I wonder why the same thing has
never happened for me