The Family Tree

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y parents’ living room is perfectly clean,
blinds drawn against the strengthening light of Spring.
My mother and I are discussing
my sister and whether she will
start a family now she is married.
I am never going to have children, still
I startle as my mother says
‘its not worth it, I wouldn’t do it again.’

Later when my parents are out shopping,
I wander round the garden, stopping
to admire the flowers, listen to the birds,
mourn the chopped down apple tree.

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This post is part of a series on trees. Submit your tree features to snakeoilcure[at]gmail[dot]com.

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Juliet Wilson is an Edinburgh-based writer, conservation volunteer, and adult education tutor, teaching creative writing and birdwatching. She blogs at Crafty Green Poet (http://craftygreenpoet.blogspot.com), tweets @craftygreenpoet and edits the online poetry journal Bolts of Silk (http://boltsofsilk.blogspot.com.) This is her first contribution to Snake-Oil Cure.

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2 Comments

  1. This one has quite a kick to it, Juliet. Nature and human nature… quite a cocktail.
    x

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  2. sandy

     /  May 23, 2012

    I felt it, too. Not a thing we expect our parents to say! It is a poem I will remember.

    Reply

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