Above all the stars that glitter like diamonds in the sky
under the great crescent moon
the aged wrinkling ripples of the bark
paused in time slowly aging with memories entwined
secrets so vintage
yet, kept in order with up most of respect
this old oak tree may have had his day but will always remain
In the heart of me.
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Author:
Teddy.15 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: For my beloved father. 🌹
- Category: Love
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Comments4
A fine write, Teddy. Really deeply felt.
A lovely write literal or metaphorical it works. I remember my grandfather with his wrinkled bark and he will always remain in my memory.
There’s a worn, quiet reverence here—like time etched deep into something that still refuses to fade.
I like how you hold that old tree close… not as it was, but as it stays, steady in the heart. Beautiful tribute, sweet Teddy.
Dearest Teddy, this is beautiful…there’s such a steady, heartfelt warmth running through it. It feels rooted in something real and lasting. Beautifully done. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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