SEARCHING FOR LOS T MEMORIES

YASMEEN RAFEEE

With forceful insistence , she presses her forehead up against the oak tree ,

If you cannot utter to me what I seek, she mur mur s with a deep sigh, then give to me what I need. Show me what you remember.

Indeed, she knows that she will never again tr uly remember memor ies of childhood, ardor and affection, hatred and hyster ics, and clear, cr isp days. But these regal trees of age and oak gazed upon her when she was young and vibr ant.

Reminding her of scorching-hot shouts of vehemence and fur y with somber alabaster cheeks exposed to the autumn chill, the tree divulges her stor ies through emotions.

Contentedly, she pushes her self away from the oak tree , letting her self fall to the ground and exhale the air from her lungs. She closes her eyes, feeling the evening’s dew seep into her shir t and listening to the wind croon and chime within the trees’ br anches.