Poetry: Death on a Tree

This poem was originally published at http://kiwiwriters.org/content/forum/699. It is about friends I have lost, whilst I have carried-on.

Death on a Tree

 

So many years of layers and rings.

Happiness and joy, and loss and gain.

In more ways, than one can explain.

Remembering friends, gone for now.

 

A little girl, a Mister Whippy.

Smiling with joy, she takes the cone with a bounce.

And a quick little run and excited breath. The last.

Remembering my friend.

 

A teacher, an invite home.

The surprise of a dream, the reply of a boy so lost and scared.

Papers unmarked; a kid confused.

A friend and lost to life.

 

Four strangers, instant friends.

Four friends who went away, replaced by those that came.

For one night of hellos and greetings.

The next day dead, in the rubble of a land they didn’t know.

 

So many loves and friendships gone.

Our happiness and joy. Their loss, my gain.

In more ways than I can explain.

To remember my friends, on I go!

 

Another burned ring on the tree.

One question haunts me –

“Why them? And not me?”

 

(c) 2012 Kaden Brown. Alll rights reserved.

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