What can I say, life overtook writing.
In honor of National Poetry Writing Month here is a piece that I wrote in honor of a good friend
and colleague in tutoring. He passed several years ago, and I think it might actually have been during the month of April.
For Charlie
When one sees a tree
it is easy to forget
the seed that it came from
and the seeds that it has spread.
The former can be found if one
looks within the heart of the tree.
But for all the seeds that the tree planted,
one is left to only guess.
From that one tree
many a life may grow,
each reflecting the tree that gave it life.
Some may even become trees of great stature,
to spread more seeds of their own.
