Therese Gramercy . . . the girl named Trees



Just because someone or something you have loved disappears from your view
doesn’t mean that they have gone away entirely from you.
Do you remember your favorite blue jeans that wore out at the seams?
Even they can be with you as long as you want them to be, at least in your dreams.

Just like the memories of the gardens that I loved that have since been plowed under,
once in a while I reflect back to my old weather-worn “Little Bit of Grace” arbor,
and to the graceful patterns it would trace as its shadow danced across my face.
But most times my reflections send me away to my love, without him now in this faraway place.