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I am fifty-one, I sway

easily in my afternoon, I grow

wise, I grow into

that first tree I loved,

loved to climb as a little girl.

by Therese L. Broderick

About ThereseLBroderick

Independent community poet living in Albany, New York USA.

2 responses »

  1. I think I know that (backyard maple?) tree. A lovely poem, Therese.


  2. Hi Therese,

    I’m fifty-four. I sway easily but am not sure about the wise part and I didn’t climb trees as a little boy! That says something!


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