A Tree is Nice
I like trees. I know you do too. Remember the tree we had in town? The big weeping willow? We played down by that tree all summer long and as long as it was warm outside.
You remember my brother. He would play in that tractor tire sandbox. I think that is where he learned all his dirt moving skills. Moving sand and building roads. He is still doing that today.
I remember going to orchards. We picked lots and lots of peaches. Apples too. Then we would can them for the winter. I never learned to can, but I did get a lot of practice peeling and chopping.
I also remember what someone told me about trees. “A toadstool can pop up over night. It takes a lifetime to grow a tree.”
Mother, you have been a tree for me. You had really strong roots. You built a great nest, you and Dad. You shooed me away to go to college, but you always wanted me to come back. And I did. I’m back now.
Thank you for being a tree for me.