The Tulip Tree

Everything happened under the tulip tree. Scraped knees and “ollie ollie oxen free” till the street lights announced curfew. Held hands and nervous giggles. Silent carved promises. First kisses and first slaps. First apologies and future plans. Season after season everything happened under the tulip tree. Afternoon picnics and baby’s cries. Child’s laughter as the family dog claims the tree as its own. Hushed fantasies and adventures galore. Aged sighs and well-worn stories faded into silence under the tulip tree.

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