Grandma, Me & Our Mighty Oak Tree...

Remembering when I planted a tree in my Grandmothers garden, so many autumns ago, and how the Oak stands tall and firm now. Patience, sweetheart she'd say to me while I stared everyday, in hopes to see its growth take place right before my eye's, when even then I knew my chances of this.....be thin to none; still we'd stare an' shout we'd seen a newborn leaf sprout out! Now years have past, two scores and four since Grandma 'n me went out to kneel on summer sod, and dig a hole for tomorrows, which have come and gone, Grandma too, but whenever I lament, I take a ride to the house that she and me created memories, and precious Life, that until the day I too shall pass the same I will hope for a grandchild to tell my tale that she too will honor her great-grandmother by- doing the same with my grandchild, or me..... if I should be still down here, looking up at the top of a Mighty Oak tree. FjR-'2016