In That Mulberry Tree

That tree,
My childhood
Where friends exchange secrets
Climbing till’ dusk
Going home with an un-erasable smile,
Deep purple stains on our play clothes .

Each leaf has a story to tell,
How they watched the children climb
Or in 2010 when the youngest fell
Invisible photographs strewn from the branches
On the brown ragged skin
Of the protector.

Forever it’ll be
Enjoying generations of family and their stories
Do you see?
Oh the stories you could tell
Of my childhood,
In that Mulberry tree.