OLD GLORIOUS TREE.
Upon receiving my text that the big old cracked tree standing in front of our yard was just cut down, my daughter text me her final words of respect.
Rest in peace old glorious tree! You will not be forgotten. Your memories will live on in my writings. Your memories will live on in the birds and squirrels and cars to whom you provided shelter from the hot sun, and the plants that grew in your protective shade.
Goodbye tree and welcome to the new place in which you will live on in our minds, in our consciousness, in your impact on those who walk on today. By Odella Jno-Charles