The tree outside my bedroom window
was the diameter of my skinny child legs:
smooth skinned trunk,
sweet green leaves.
Now, I reach my mother arms
around rough bark,
scrape my wrists as
I stretch to touch
my finger tips together.
There’s summer sun in the scent
of poplar leaves.
I look into the window
searching for my youthful face
gazing out at the future.
Shawn L. Bird 
Lovely!
Thanks
Beautiful poem. Succinct. Enjoyed it!
Thank you.
I love it. It takes me back to my youth.
Thanks
That’s great, Shawn.
I’m glad you like it.
🙂
nice use of imagery. i love it
Thanks. Glad you like it.
hope you can review some of my poetry. i could use some direction from professionals like you
I will give it a look sometime this week. What sort of feedback are you looking for?
anything that will help me get better
Wonderful! Love the picture it paints.
Thank you
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Very Beautiful ❤
I really like this- it combines the young and the growth together so easily
Thanks