My parents lost almost all their trees, have a hole in their roof and a broken chimney on their deck.
Its hard to comprehend so much damage to a place I love so much. I am only seeing the pictures and my heart is broken.
Sometimes the best way to process sadness is through poetry. So my ode to The Trees.....
The Trees
Trees you beautiful trees
Long gone are the hands who dug the hole and planted you
In celebration or remembrance or to buffer homes from dynamite
Tall memories growing of Christmases long ago
Snapshots taken
Needles falling softly with the seasons
Days under their shade, crab pots cooking, lawn chairs lazing,
Squirrels gathering, autumn colors, raking, trimming, berries at Christmastime
Always growing in presence in our little part of the world.
Their life, service, beauty is ended their days are done
Even trees don't last forever but they leave memories
They were our silent friends, whose presence gone, is felt.
So long old friends.
