By: strangerpaths April 12, 2019 PoetryEnglish poem, English poetry, english writing, poem, Poetry, short poem, short story Fig Tree The fig tree by the house with no backyard Always welcomed me It was comforting and warm Teaching me A child I was Not knowing death nor life It taught me eternity The fig tree in my grandmother’s house Will always live within me Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related