I see the tree growing with me
Papa planted it on my sixth birthday
I even named it, Elvin,
tiny, arms all around his body
my own pet monster of childhood.
With all the love that we shared
Elvin started outgrowing me
and soon, like a big brother
he started to protect me
in his branches, in tree house
from sun, rain, my loneliness and the world.
I smiled, laughed, danced
he stood admiring me, my happiness
and he would dance with all his arms
spread out, in my ecstasy.
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