Saturday, January 17, 2009

Mom's Tree

Life has

slowed and narrowed…

so it seems…

Mom’s tree silhouettes the sky…

here and there…


brown and gold,

silently quiver.

Lying in her bed,

resting in her chair,

sitting at her table,

she gazes at her tree,

through the seasons.

I worry…

Is she withdrawing

from life?

Then I wonder…

maybe it’s

the other way around…

Is she embracing life

in a way I have not?

So we sit together

with her tree.

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