Tree (Mom's Gift)

In the field of life, a strong and beautiful tree grows.
Within and about this tree resides my spirit self.
From this tree I draw all that is me.
As seasons pass, I learn to share the fruits freely.
I try to show compassion, understanding and love always.
The flowers of hope, inspiration, and enthusiasm for all life offers
are abundant.
I shall always face weakness and faults;
However, I will always be able to draw strength from my spirit tree.
With this I conquer all,
Even my dreams are within reach.
This tree and all it is and will ever be is a result of the seed you
planted and continue to tend with love.
Thank you, for giving me all that is me.

Wendi Hirschy-Boutwell
December 1995

Published 1997
The National Library of Poetry