Memory Tree

About a tree planted in my fathers memory

When you were gone

we planted a young tree

in memory

and twenty years

from that day

I wonder

how you have grown

Are you a gentle birch

sighing in the breeze

or apple bearing maiden

or larch with golden leaves

Maybe you are a willow

with trailing veils and skirts

or a fragrant pine

or somber elm

or ash with spinning keys

I will return

I’ll come alone

and sit beneath your shade

A tree it is eternal

A poem

not a grave

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

A most palpable rendering, so emotive and beautifully composed. I find it distressing however, that it has only garnished one review other than mine. Your Dad would be most proud, I am sure!

[Twilight]

A lovely and charming tribute, both in terms of the sentiments expressed here; and choice of words.