When Willows Wept

The willows wept the day I was born.
They knew that others would scorn
For in my life so much had been kept.
They knew nothing of
My strength.
My will.
My courage and love.
So still....the willows wept.

I heard them weep
From what others called
A deep dark sleep
From which they said I would never emerge.
What a scourge!
For they knew it not that deep inside
I was alive!
My mind thrived.
But on the outside my body was caught.
And those around me could not see.
They thought I slept.
It was for this, that the willows wept.

And as the years crawled and crept
Full of my fears
That no one would see what was deep inside
Me, and.my tears.
So in willows I hid. With willows I wept.

Until the holiday dream
When entered my life a machine!
Of thought hope and lesson.
The gift of communication.
And into a new life I lept!
Yet still the willows...and I wept.

For it was a beginning.
Of learning and knowing.
To teach, and be taught.
Challenges taken
The expression of thought.
And it was joy that crept
Into the tears the willows wept.

So as I danced in their majestic stance
I wondered why the willows still weep?
And on a breeze, through tears of leaves
I heard them whisper...
   'Till fear and ignorance
    Are but myth and lore
    Only then
    Will the willows weep no more!

About this poem

My closest friend was born in 1940. She has cerebral palsy and is non verbal and quadriplegic. They didn't understand very much about CP back then. When she was 8 years old her little sister got a toy typewriter for Christmas. To everyone's amazement my friend crawled over to it and started to type. She was soon in school and became the powerful advocate and public servant that she was. Her favorite tree is the Weeping Willow. With all that in mind I wrote....

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Written on 1991

Submitted by Billigami on November 13, 2021

Modified on March 05, 2023

1:30 min read

Quick analysis:

Closest metre Iambic trimeter
Characters 1,312
Words 301
Stanzas 6
Stanza Lengths 9, 12, 5, 6, 7, 8

William Michael Reeves

William Michael Reeves, a.k.a Billigami, lives in Seattle. Works as a nurses aide and has drawn inspiration from experiences as a caregiver. more…

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