Our Childhood Tree, A Memory

Oh my dear boy,

How I wish you can play on me. 

Just like how you used to when you 

Were a lad.

I miss those days so bad. 

Yearning to look at you one more 

I want to look at the same you 

But not as a boy 

But as a successful man. 

I know days are changing by

And time is passing too...

But I just wanted you to know. 

I am there for you. 

Even on the days when

I lose my leaves

Or the little twigs

That fall off... 

I console myself saying; 

No matter what.

My boy, will remember me

And love me just for being me. 

And now I want to ask you

Do you remember me?