Leaf on A Tree

God oh God,

Please don't ever-

"...stop writing these freakin vanity cards."

This Shit's GOLD!!!

I was wondering when I'd be able to step back from

my tear stained eyes

& be able to see

the humor in all of this.

Thank You

True to form you knew-

past/present

who and where

at all times

in any dimension

you could be.

This is hilarious.

Alternate reality Momma, is speaking to me.

I see you.

Don't ever stop writing these vanity cards.

I first wondered if Drew was the leaf,

if you were somehow mad

for going away to college,

and becoming the man you raised him to be.

It's completely natural.

You, the same woman,

who got mad at him

when the bus pulled away

for his summer trip

in Boy Scouts

And he did not look back.

But he's always here.

Kids grow.

Leaves fall.

The wind takes us.

We crunch.

We dry up.

We fertilize

We grow.

Then I thought,

It's probably about you.

You're the leaf.

You would never be mad at either of your kids.

Never call us arrogant.

You loved us too much.

I would read this book,

and share it with your grand-kids.

It's about...

Love

Connection

Family

Growth

Understanding

Forgiveness

Something Greater

Bigger Picture

Coming Home

Hell maybe it's about me,

Now wouldn't that make me arrogant.

Fiercely independent.

When I was a child,

as an experiment,

you and Drew hid from me,

behind a building,

Once I noticed you were gone.

I turned,

put my hands on my hips,

And forged ahead...

Just like that.

If you're the leaf...

.....

Then God's the tree

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I was looking for the date on this,

& got lost in the treasure,

Trove after trove,

of your wild mind.

I followed your journey.

All inter woven.

I found another notebook,

and dove right in.

Missed snapping the date for this original capture.

It'll turn up, for now a guesstimate

Written sometime in 2012 or earlier. Maybe 08'