My Tree

I rest 
I rest on a stump
the trees gone

My tree
I planted it

Watching it grow, sturdy and determined 
against life's insults and snubs

My tree
I left alone because it reached the required height, I took care it didn't get Dutch Elm disease or some other blight.
Still this healthy tree has felled surely as if by a lumberjacks hand
I rest on the stump because I am tired 
and it is what I know,
It's what I do now.

This mussing, its not a
"Giving Tree" fable,
cautionary tale or lecture about randomness. 

It's a spotlight on my illusion of protection 
I can't really protect him against much
a winter flu 
or Dutch Elm.
certainly not Schizophrenia

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Date: 8/22/2017 10:11:00 PM
Very thought-provoking and touching, Patrick ... superb write - thanks for sharing, and keep up the great work!
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