Beneath the shade of the frangipani You spent your hours there Ciggie butts overflowing While the wind played Havoc with your hair Your vision always blurred From the past of your despair But a smile always welcomed From under your bespectacled glare Lost in your world Amongst thoughts an memories You'd hardly notice a visitor Until upon you.. you'd freeze Out with a shreik Then your focus repaired Hello daaaarling was your reply To show that you cared Beneath the frangipani Especially in bloom You mended many memories An absolved your gloom
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Posted: Jul 2012
About this poem:
my mom used to spend hours an hours under this tree in summertime....
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