by Teresa Kellmer
It’s warm
And the summer sun beats down on
The small child
And
The Old Woman
And
The Mother
It shines down through the leaves
Through the branches of the towering mango tree
A tree that sheltered small children
Wishing they could hide
Within it’s cool green hidden spaces
A tree that never witnessed night terrors
Of screaming demons disguised as those we should love
A tree, pristine and solemn
Whose only reason is to offer
Cool shade
Safe harbor and
Sweet flesh fruit
[typography font=”Droid Sans Mono” size=”9″ size_format=”px”]Author bio: T. Kellmer learned to write poetry from her father. She lives in Monroe with her fabulous husband and 2 bizarrely awesome children. She is a student in the ALDAC program here at BC.[/typography]