Farewell, My Boy
Don’t be sad for me
even as you see my scattered remnants.
Mine was a bountiful life.
From the day I first peeked from moist earth
and found sunshine
to the day I survived the clearing
of trees in my grove
and stood alone.
I reached higher, higher
toward a blue sky
until my loneliness ended
when a little boy arrived to
climb my limbs each day
and listened to secrets I whispered.
Today, My Boy is a man
who needs warmth more than secrets
I’ll burn brightly, crackle, “Farewell, My Boy,”
As I reach for the sky once more.
Friday Fictioneers is a compilation of writers from around the world who gather online weekly, guided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge? To write a story in 100 words or less based on a new photo prompt.
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Thank you for the photo prompt, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Your photo made me happy and sad all at once, as I remembered climbing trees, playing in my grandmother’s field, chopping wood and sitting in front of a warm fire, listening to the crackle of a tree that once was.