The Mother Tree

Shelley Ayres

It arrived in the mail, a remembrance, you see

That was soon to be called “The Mother Tree”

My mother died in March, his, the previous November

The acorn sprouted on Mother’s Day, a perfect way to remember

A little pot was in order to plant the little sprout

It was nurtured with love, the essence of what Mothers are all about

After a move to a larger pot to withstand the summer heat

It is now growing in our yard with plenty of room to wiggle its feet

One day its branches will grace our home with shade

Like the wings of angels in a tree that God made

9/14/2013