Jezzie’s apple tree is in full bloom again this year.
What a shame that she is no longer here
to walk me to the tree each day and stop
to enjoy the windfall apples the tree will drop.
I remember how she used to drag me on to see
if there were some apples lying under the tree.
Last year was a bad year and there were none,
but there’ll be lots this year, but she’s gone.
But you can absolutely guarantee
that every time that I see that tree
I remember her and say a prayer
and I wish that she were still here.
I tied a ribbon round her tree,
the one that always used to be
hanging up above her head
when she was lying in her bed.
Myschka and I would often pass by those trees
and see her ribbon blowing in the breeze.
We’d linger there a while and think of her
and of all the fun we used to share.
I’ll always regard this as her special spot.
That’s why I tied that ribbon knot
but now the branch has been removed
including the ribbon that my love proved.
But Jezzie’s tree has bloomed again this year
to remind me of her when I’m walking near
with my Heaven’s White Angel, my new prize,
who is my Jezzie, come back in disguise.
Lexy aka Heaven’s White Angel aka Angels White Heaven (her kennel name), under Jessie’s apple tree in full blossom in 2016, now with the branch missing on which I tied the ribbon
Jezzie’s apple tree with blossom and ribbon tied in 2013
Myschka under Jezzie’s apple tree in full blossom in 2013 after Jezzie had died
This poem has been adapted from my original poem I wrote in 2013 after Jezzie had died:-
Jezzie, your apple tree is in full bloom this year.
What a shame that you will not be here
to walk me to the tree each day and stop
to enjoy the windfall apples the tree will drop.
Remember how you used to drag me on to see
if there were some apples lying under the tree?
Last year was a bad year and there were none,
but there’ll be lots this year, now you’re gone.
But you can absolutely guarantee
that every time that I see that tree
I will remember you and say a prayer
and still be wishing that you were there.
I tied a ribbon round your tree,
the one that always used to be
hanging up above your head
when you were lying in your bed.
Myschka and I will often pass by those trees
and see your ribbon blowing in the breeze.
We’ll linger there a while and think of you
and of all the fun we used to have with you.
I’ll always regard this one of your special spots
and maybe I’ll plant some forget-me-nots
and bluebells too, if there’s enough room,
to flower below the tree when it’s in bloom.
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