Grandpa Willow
so old but so wise,
you'll still be standing
long after i die.
You've been weeping away
in your room for so long,
i often wonder
how you stay so strong.
Way back in your childhood
when you were a boy,
you woke up at night
weeping tears of joy.
Now that you're grown
i'm able to see,
all of the wisdom
you brought to me.
You never let hard knocks
take you down,
you showed no fear
and stood your ground.
You taught me a lesson
that only the strong survive,
i just hope i'm half as brave
when i turn sixty five!
Now Grandma Cherry
with blossoms so frail,
many have stopped
to hear of your tale.
You wake up in spring
and how you let loose,
but you're fast asleep
before winter's abuse.
You leave behind
memories of your days in the sun,
all over your room
for time took every one.
But come again spring
you'll once again be,
full of such life
weeping tears of beauty!
