Remembering

Birch seeds, like ash, unsettled; The mighty tree has fallen. Under her boughs, I sought shelter from the storms of my youth; And behind her barks, I found life’s subtle treasures; Those beautiful, apparently insignificant moments, Embedded in 82 majestically weathered rings of life; Now resting in the garden of remembrance, Where my memories of her, Are the most beautiful flowers Of all. (For [Nana]Joyce Birch)