The Smyrna Tree

The box called “LETTERS”

We were sitting together at our summer home in Massachusetts when Linda, my cousin, presented an old box to me. She explained that she had found this box called “LETTERS” in her mother’s attic after her mother, my dear Aunt Betty, had died.  Betty is the baby girl laughing on her father’s lap in the collage…

The Smyrna Tree

Dear Smyrna tree, We sit down where you used to be. Your memory lingering over our lives. Looking up where you were called to reach the sky, we wonder with burden hearts, what happened and why? For your tree no longer flourishes and your leaves left long ago. Oh! Smyrna Tree, How can I bring to life the legacy that has left…