Why I Never Liked “The Giving Tree” Book
(Even as a Kid)
I never liked the children’s book
Called “The Giving Tree”
How could she give herself away
And do so just for free
~
Each time the boy arrived
She complied with his request
A thank you never sought
She gave without protest
~
Seasons turned to years
His hair faded gray
Her branches, sticks and leaves were gone
She gave them all away
~
On his final visit
She offered what she had left
A simple place to take a seat
To give relief and rest
~
Life is just so strange
As the tables have turned for me
Because now that I'm a mother
I see the tree is me
About the Creator
Pieces of Me ~ Poems by Heidi
In 2022, I came across a bin of my journals spanning many years. It was then that I realized I haven’t told people I enjoy writing or shared my work publicly. I decided to start.
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