The Memory Tree

Cherry

By hudsonmoon

Sun, 16 Aug 2015
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Sam McDonough's memory tree was planted in the front yard of our dear friends the Zwahlens of Waterville, NY.  We look forward to many more happy visits. 

 

The Memory Tree

Planted with love and care
the little blue spruce 
blossomed. 
it soaked up the sun,
holding memories of
fonder days.

a tribute to a 
young life
now gone, but
still in our hearts 
and still in the 
places he roamed.

a bench will soon
be the tree's 
companion,
a place to reflect
and catch one's 
breath when life
overwhelms

we will sit and 
sing a song.
nothing sad or
bitter,
but a joyful song 
of love for what was
and what will be.

rest easy, sweet boy,
rest easy

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Submitted by Denzella on

What a lovely poem and what a lovely idea!  The poem seems to be describing a feeling of quiet acceptance in tranquil surroundings but the love shines through..Derek's  two unmarried sisters have a bench in Thorndon Park which says 'Rest awhile with two sisters once more reunited'.

My thoughts are with you, Rich xx

 

Submitted by hudsonmoon on

Thank you, dear Moya. I like the idea of a quote with the bench. Will have to come up with something. We have Sam's ashes scattaered about in his favorite places. Some in New Orleans, where he and Crystal spent a lot of happy timess. At his proposal site in Central Park and at the memory tree, among others. We have some saved for when we get to the UK.  I think he'd love the idea of having ashes scattered at Abbey Road. He and Crystal were Beatle freaks. Hope you are well, good woman. Always thinking about you.

Rich xx

 

Submitted by Bee on

The poem is beautiful, Rich. And how wonderful to have a place to sit and think - be with your boy and remember his true self. Your poem moved me to tears, but I realise it's also about treasuring all the happy memories too, and you show that here so well. 

Xx

Bee

Submitted by hudsonmoon on

Thank you, Deborah. I never thought I'd be expressing all this through poetry. It's a form new to me. I planned on keeping a Dear Sam journal, but it was harder to write than I imagined. The whisperer had other plans, I guess. Because this is what comes out in the page, whether I planned it or not. 

Rich xx

 

 

Submitted by VeraClark on

This is gorgeous. It folded me. I think that you have captured an expanse of deep loss in your simple depiction of the spruce and the bench, in the act of reflection, in the bid to preserve joy not sadness. Poignant, humbling and shining.

 

Submitted by hudsonmoon on

Thank you, vera. The more I write, the better I feel. A healing process in a way. and, btw, aren't you on vacation? You better be enjoining yourself, or else. lol.

Rich xx

 

Submitted by loquaciousicity on

A poignant poem and tribute...

Wonderful!