The Story of Autumn, A Poem Written by My Favorite Writer, My Momma, Kim Pendergrass
Shared by Bethany Curee, God’s Daughter – Freckled & Free

THE LOVE AFFAIR

I saw a Maple, proud he stood—
King was he among the wood.

Dressed in royalty was he—
as no other tree could be.

I heard a whisper from his love—
gently calling as a dove.

Her mournful sigh was heard by all—
Whom could the love affair recall.

A pauper in the richest wood—
A secret admirer, in sorrow stood.

Watching the love affair unfold—
Wondering, to whom the King would hold.

One by one, he cast them down,
his brilliant ladies, his royal crown.

The harem lay about his feet—
pervading incense deathly sweet.

But, the loveliest of them all,
clung to his arm, refused to fall.

DRESSED IN SPLENDOR THAT ALL MAY SEE—
THE LOVE AFFAIR…LEAFLET AND TREE.

The King stood naked against the sky,
proclaiming, “This love affair must die!”

The bitter winds chimed in, “It’s true!”
And a winter gale cried, “Away with you!”

A gust of wind tore her quickly away—
she fell towards her cold, hard, hungry grave.

SHE LAY THERE, A DOWNCAST TILL THE ANGELS ABOVE,
SPREAD A BLANKET OF WHITE AND KISSED HER WITH LOVE.

I, THE PAUPER LIVED TO TELL—
THE STORY OF AUTUMN, I REMEMBER WELL.

To those who scoff in disbelief—
I can show you the son bore from her grief.

A YOUNGER VERSION OF FATHER HE STANDS,
IN A NEARBY WOOD, IN A NEARBY LAND.

K.P. (Kim Pendergrass)

NOTE TO MOMMA

Special thanks to my momma, aka the Queen for allowing me to share her poem of The Story of Autumn that she wrote back in 1993, titled, The Love Affair. It truly is one of my favorite writings out of the many, many, she has poured out over the years. Perhaps one day I will be sharing links to her writing blog or maybe a link to her book on the story of her life or a collection of her mastery poems…I’m telling you guys it would all be worth the read. Hint, hint, momma let’s get this rolling.

What stories she has to tell, what words she has choreographed. In my bedroom I keep a frame of this poem. I read it often, but, every fall like clockwork, I repeat the poem in my thoughts as I stare at God’s amazing handiwork in the beauty of my favorite season—that is so eloquently seasoned by her astounding words.

My momma truly is royalty. She doesn’t always see it, but she is graceful and wise. A God loving—woman of God who has served relentlessly her entire life. She is REAL and true, passionate, and a treasure to my heart. What roads she has endured. She has sacrificed more than anyone I know in every aspect. She is a thinker; a dweller of thoughts. She is a rare jewel, one tough cookie, and daily teaches me to capture life in all it offers. In seasons of pain, struggle, beauty and joy. She has taught me grace upon grace.

Keep fighting momma, keep writing and keep putting one step in front of the other. Through forest, valley or mountaintop, you still have little eyes watching and following your royal steps…or as you remember, waiting in the washroom for you to get home.

Poem written by Kim Pendergrass, shared by Bethany Curee, God’s Daughter – Freckled & Free