Tree

I have been thinking about my mother a lot lately. She died within months after Shea. It was hard to believe that God would take her when I needed her the most. My mother was my very best friend. We talked on the phone every day at least once. We never ran out of things to talk about. One day I asked her what her favorite poem was. She didn’t even have to think about it and answered that it was “Tree”. She recited it to me from memory and I never forgot that moment. I would like to share it with all of you.

“I think that I shall never see,
A poem a lovely as a tree,
A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed,
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast,
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray.
A tree that in summer wears,
A nest of robins in her hair.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

It seems even more beautiful now that she is gone. I still talk to her each day and ask her to help me find peace. I know she hears me and I feel her presence all the time. There is nothing more glorious than to have a mother that gave all the love she had to her children. When she faced dying, she told us she was not afraid, but she didn’t want to leave her children. How blessed I was to have known her much less have someone so special as my mother. At 83, when she left this world, she was still beautiful, smart, and joyful. She was so full of life right up to the last moment. She was one of those rare people that you immediately love because you can feel she was so full of love for others. I hope that I have even a small amount of her in me.

Much love to all,
Kat

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