Long ago, when I was just a little girl,
Daddy planted trees in our front yard.
This morning I watched, as they were cut down
And seeing it happen was very hard.
Old and tired, with hollowed out branches,
Posing a threat of falling, and causing harm,
I had to make the decision to let them go,
And now, the front yard has lost its charm.
More than trees, and even more than shade,
They were a symbol of a time that’s past…
Just sticks when they were planted in the soil,
It never occurred to me that they wouldn’t last.
And so, I’ve lost still another connection….
To a place that I can never return.
To a time in life when I was just a child,
To a sense of safety for which I yearn.
Safe and secure in the arms of my parents,
In a life that would last as long as the trees.
A part of me left with those trees this morning,
A sense of connection that no one else sees.
Those trees were a constant, growing tall,
Presiding over all of our family’s events.
Having to lose them now, after all this time,
Really and truly does not make any sense.
But gone they are, to join my parents,
And live forever in my memories…
I chide myself: “stop crying, silly woman!”
After all, it was only a couple of trees..
