Tree Tattoos
Childhood Memories
I carved with love, my name, into that bark
like I was leaving a tattoo
The ones I also etched into my heart
Root to stem it played a part
A playmate every afternoon
I carved my name with love, into that bark
I feel like a sapling start
That grew a foot that day, in June
The ones I also etched into my heart
Standing strong beneath the stars
Gently tracing every groove
I carved my name with love, into that bark
Making sure she understood, on me, she also made a mark
We proudly wore our love, within view
The ones I also etched into my heart
No matter where I roam, we will never be apart
That’s what a childhood memories are supposed to do
I carved my name with love, into that bark
The ones I also etched into my heart
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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from death into life
Young Aldin of Wiloh had never contemplated death. It was almost strange — so many around him had the tendency to obsess over it, to clamor and claw almost desperately at their own perceptions of the end to know death as much as they could: when it would come, why it would come, where it would take them when it did.
By angela hepworth3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
Nicely done, Kelli. I especially liked the repetition of the line: "I carved my name with love, into that bark" It kept all the other lines current. 😉😉
The tree becomes a living witness to affection and growth, and that symbolism carries the poem with graceful strength. There’s a quiet wisdom in how you show love shaping both the bark and the self.
What a poem about love and growing up and being able to understand why you did what you did. I remember carving these 'tattoos" too.