"My Comfort Tree" 

Your memory forsakes me not 
Under the willow tree 
Where breezes blown are never brought 
By stark fidelity. 
The cooling shades that you provide 
Sway gently in the breeze 
Where I will never weep nor sigh 
Under the willow tree. 

Your breezes still hold breath today 
But I can see below 
A time and place where death holds sway 
For those who dare to go. 
But I, I sit here in your shade 
And name it as my own 
And curse the day this tree may fade 
And take my comfort throne. 

For I am happy sitting here 
Under the willow tree 
Where trinkets sown are never bought 
By stark fidelity. 
But if your saving grace would guide 
My feet to agony 
I could not command abide 
For I have never Loved thee. 

~Penden, Sept 20, 2003