When I was younger
My neighbor planted these pear trees in his front yard…
They were attractive trees
The only problem was, every time the wind blew, they lost a limb or split down the middle.
I remember because that season we had tornadoes every Friday.
My dad had a cherry tree. He hated it. That same summer he tried cutting down.
It came back.
He tried pulling it up with his tractor.
But it came back.
Finally he cut it, and then burned it.
The night I had to go to the house and found my father had passed away…
I remember walking outside in the rain I looked over
And saw that the cherry tree was back…
I laughed, it had outlasted my dad.
The pear trees looked better.
They didn’t take up space
And everyone loved them
But they were frail…
I hope you’re like the cherry tree
I hope you’re resilient
I hope you fight tooth and nail for what you believe in… and for yourself
I hope you don’t give up what’s keeping you moving.
I want to be like that
For my health
For my life
For my art
Take up space
What else is there?