birch

(for mother's day)

 

birch avenue

a part of you

so a part of me

we share the same roots

in this type of tree

the same sap in our veins

the leaf delicacies

in our finger tips

the earthy tones

in our cheeks and lips

if we close our eyes

we can travel back

to where you knew youth

to where your mom

still dwells

in the a-frame house

with fenceless yards

grass all about

her warm presence

permeates it all

she is the birch

of this avenue

living in me and you

so she runs in our veins

in our finger tips

is the color

of our cheeks and lips

lets close our eyes

and go

to the birch avenue

you used to know