Wisdom of a Tree

She sat under the old oak tree.  It was her favorite spot in the park, one where she could take refuge, shelter.  Its trunk was massive, so strong, its roots grounded deep into the core of the earth.  The tree repeated its message, in order for you to more forward you must trust and let…

The Empty Chair

I looked over at you sitting in your chair You asked, why do you stare? I am making a memory for that day When I look over and you’re not there MMees