Peeking in the window
of my childhood bedroom
is a Northern Catalpa tree.
In spring, it blooms delicate, pearly flowers
beside large heart-shaped leaves.
She has seen
my love for books and the color pink.
She has heard
my laughs, cries, lies, and pleas.
No matter how ugly life may be
I love my pretty Northern Catalpa tree.
Though the wind may cause her to lose a few seeds,
The Northern Catalpa never complains.
Her softness in flowers grows all the same.
She knows the sun will come out
and brighten the day.
Listen close enough,
You will hear her sing,
songs of love, wisdom, and strength.
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 5:14 PM UTC
Peeking in the window
of my childhood bedroom
is a Northern Catalpa tree.
In spring, it blooms delicate, pearly flowers
beside large heart-shaped leaves.
She has seen
my love for books and the color pink.
She has heard
my laughs, cries, lies, and pleas.
No matter how ugly life may be
I love my pretty Northern Catalpa tree.
Though the wind may cause her to lose a few seeds,
The Northern Catalpa never complains.
Her softness in flowers grows all the same.
She knows the sun will come out
and brighten the day.
Listen close enough,
You will hear her sing,
songs of love, wisdom, and strength.
