EQUALS = LOVE

Then...

A garden, a winter, a sapling, one
spade
Maybe longings to know that
Strong roots were there laid 

Then...

Ben's apple tree planted
One family ...one song, the harsh
wind no barrier
That tree will grow strong

Then...

One photo all smiling in triumph
and mud
One mother, one grandson, one
son equals = love

Now...

One yearbook, found dusty from
five years soon passed
One babe's spidery writings
of memories to last

And maybe babes have the sight
Of a wisdom to tell
That tree still stands tall whilst
One precious son... fell.

M P 15/1/22