The Forest In Autumn
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A little girl and her mom always go into the forest in autumn. The girl never knows why until she reads the stones her mom sits by.
This story is told in rhyming verse, and is a mix of short story and poetry.

The Forest In Autumn

T H E F O R A U T U M N E S T I N

Mommy takes me to the forest in autumn

Mommy takes me to the forest in autumn The only time mommy cries

Mommy takes me to the forest in autumn The only time mommy cries Is in the forest in autumn

We started going when I was three

We started going when I was three Just mommy and me

We started going when I was three Just mommy and me Daddy never came along

We started going when I was three Just mommy and me Daddy never came along Daddy always seemed to be gone

We started going when I was three Just mommy and me Daddy never came along Daddy always seemed to be gone It was just mommy and me in the forest in autumn

Mommy would walk over to stones and cry

Mommy would walk over to stones and cry I would never understand why

Mommy would walk over to stones and cry I would never understand why She would talk to daddy when she stood by the stones

Mommy would walk over to stones and cry I would never understand why She would talk to daddy when she stood by the stones Could that be why daddy was never home?

Mommy would walk over to stones and cry I would never understand why She would talk to daddy when she stood by the stones Could that be why daddy was never home? Was he playing hide and seek with the stones

Mommy would walk over to stones and cry I would never understand why She would talk to daddy when she stood by the stones Could that be why daddy was never home? Was he playing hide and seek with the stones In the forest in autumn

When I was eight, I finally got the courage to ask.

When I was eight, I finally got the courage to ask. “Mommy why are daddy’s memories in the past?”

When I was eight, I finally got the courage to ask. “Mommy why are daddy’s memories in the past?” Mommy looked at me and sighed. She told me to read the stones

The stone said: Jackson Blake Greene Loving husband Loving father Rest in Peace 1975 - 2009

I read that and started to cry

I read that and started to cry Because somewhere deep in my mind

I read that and started to cry Because somewhere deep in my mind I believed daddy would come back

I read that and started to cry Because somewhere deep in my mind I believed daddy would come back But I know now that he will never come back

I read that and started to cry Because somewhere deep in my mind I believed daddy would come back But I know now that he will never come back That day mommy and I hugged each other and cried

I read that and started to cry Because somewhere deep in my mind I believed daddy would come back But I know now that he will never come back That day mommy and I hugged each other and cried In the forest in autumn

I’m all grown up now.

I’m all grown up now. Living on my own

I’m all grown up now. Living on my own But ever since I was eight

I’m all grown up now. Living on my own But ever since I was eight I knew I would never be alone

I’m all grown up now. Living on my own But ever since I was eight I knew I would never be alone Daddy would always be watching out for me.

I’m all grown up now. Living on my own But ever since I was eight I knew I would never be alone Daddy would always be watching out for me. Mom can’t walk through the forest now

I’m all grown up now. Living on my own But ever since I was eight I knew I would never be alone Daddy would always be watching out for me. Mom can’t walk through the forest now But every autumn I still do

I’m all grown up now. Living on my own But ever since I was eight I knew I would never be alone Daddy would always be watching out for me. Mom can’t walk through the forest now But every autumn I still do To visit someone I wish I knew

I’m all grown up now. Living on my own But ever since I was eight I knew I would never be alone Daddy would always be watching out for me. Mom can’t walk through the forest now But every autumn I still do To visit someone I wish I knew I walk over to the stones and whisper “hi daddy it’s me.”

I’m all grown up now. Living on my own But ever since I was eight I knew I would never be alone Daddy would always be watching out for me. Mom can’t walk through the forest now But every autumn I still do To visit someone I wish I knew I walk over to the stones and whisper “hi daddy it’s me.” In the forest in autumn

Autumn is a time of death

Autumn is a time of death Autumn is a time of change

Autumn is a time of death Autumn is a time of change Autumn is a time of moving on

Autumn is a time of death Autumn is a time of change Autumn is a time of moving on Autumn is a time to reflect upon

Autumn is a time of death Autumn is a time of change Autumn is a time of moving on Autumn is a time to reflect upon Autumn is a time to say goodbye

Autumn is a time of death Autumn is a time of change Autumn is a time of moving on Autumn is a time to reflect upon Autumn is a time to say goodbye Autumn is the time to see that death and change make way for new beautiful things

Autumn is a time of death Autumn is a time of change Autumn is a time of moving on Autumn is a time to reflect upon Autumn is a time to say goodbye Autumn is the time to see that death and change make way for new beautiful things I got to learn all of these when I went into

Autumn is a time of death Autumn is a time of change Autumn is a time of moving on Autumn is a time to reflect upon Autumn is a time to say goodbye Autumn is the time to see that death and change make way for new beautiful things I got to learn all of these when I went into The

Autumn is a time of death Autumn is a time of change Autumn is a time of moving on Autumn is a time to reflect upon Autumn is a time to say goodbye Autumn is the time to see that death and change make way for new beautiful things I got to learn all of these when I went into The Forest

Autumn is a time of death Autumn is a time of change Autumn is a time of moving on Autumn is a time to reflect upon Autumn is a time to say goodbye Autumn is the time to see that death and change make way for new beautiful things I got to learn all of these when I went into The Forest In

Autumn is a time of death Autumn is a time of change Autumn is a time of moving on Autumn is a time to reflect upon Autumn is a time to say goodbye Autumn is the time to see that death and change make way for new beautiful things I got to learn all of these when I went into The Forest In Autumn.

T hings may change H ope is stronger E ven is you are lost F ind joy, never grow O lder, stay full of life R elax, and take time E asy may not be the right path, S earch out things to find T ruth is good as gold I magine what will happen N ow that we have hope

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