Your Tree
A repeat, for my mama.
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I gather words from my archives, every now and again, to remind myself of where we were
how far we’ve journeyed
& it’s these sentences in particular …
Dad and I would find ourselves at the cemetery every other day.
We would take our lawn chairs and sit with her.
Sometimes my father and I would talk, mostly, we would stare into space, lost in that trance.
I ponder, often.
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I don’t stop by the cemetery all that much anymore. Once, twice a year, maybe ??
On 4th of July and Christmas
And although I preach
more times than I dare count,
and because she shows me time after time after time, she’s here, I just have to share where I find her,
where we visit these days.
A memorial tree,
donated a few years back,
that sits at the community center where Husband exercises each day. After I walk my walk, I hunker in this sometimes busy, sometimes not spot and talk to my mama. And I find it difficult to describe, the peace I discover within those precious, quiet moments.
ahhhhh, Mom
MOM
You never fail to amaze. And although the miss you ache still flows within, you remind me, again and again, how close you are, how helpful you remain and how wonderful it is that I feel you most,
waiting,
wondering,
hoping,
healing,
gazing at your tree.
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