Tree Tuesday Brought From Me to You
Photos strewn on a table
Divided into branches
Old and new with room to expand
Marriage, birth, celebration of life
Pruning the branches back for new growth
The tree of Life, stands
In a forest of generations
The trees here are brothers or cousins at the very least. They are oaks and planted in close proximity to one another. As if there were a family plot. There are other genetic markers that make me believe they are related. Can it be that they are just of the same kind of tree?
Wood chips made from an old tree and repurposed for mulch. The three R's are employed here: reduce, reuse and recycle. Conserving our natural resources.
I always post this poem down at the bottom of my posts. It is one that has become so near and dear to my heart. I only post the most famous part of it, but, wanted to post it in its entirety today.
i cried the way women on tv do
folding at the middle
like a five pound note.
i called the boy who use to love me
tried to ‘okay’ my voice
i said hello
he said warsan, what’s wrong, what’s happened?
and these are what my prayers look like;
i come from two countries
one is thirsty
the other is on fire
both need water.
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
"where does it hurt?"