This is poem about saying goodbye to your childhood home. Some goodbyes are easier when they are talked about by referring to an object rather than people.
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She thought when the time came,
To say goodbye to her childhood home,
She would cry over the people
She was leaving behind.
Strangely she cannot get herself to stop
Crying over the ancient mango tree in her courtyard.
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The one on which she learned
How to swing from one branch to another.
The one which always hid her in it’s leaves
When the time came to play hide and seek with Priya, Suresh and Mandeep.
The one which became an evergreen backdrop
For all her photos when she was growing up.
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The one on whose branches her mother sat
Holding the tiny infant in her arms.
The one in front of which she now sits,
Older, wiser with streaks of white in her hair,
As she gazes at her daughter
Leaving her home to get a doctorate like her.
She is going to miss the mango tree
And all the memories that revolve around it the most.
-Armaan