The Tree
By: Tony Batchelder
Dedicated to the memory of Eve Batchelder
The tree has many branches,
to protect you from the rain,
gives you a place to hide,
to take away the pain.
The trunk is solid,
to give you a place to lean,
when you climb to the top,
you can see beauty like you’ve never seen.
The tree gives you fruit,
when you need something to eat,
it gives you a place,
where you and a friend could one day meet.
The roots of the tree,
spread very wide and very deep,
they touch many lives,
leaving them many memories to keep.
At the base of the tree,
are two beautiful little sprouts,
two little seedlings,
the beginning of two new trees.
I swear to the Heavens,
and the sky above,
That these new little trees,
I will show them all of her love.
She was my tree,
she was our guiding light,
our memories together we will treasure.
Comfort comes with knowing that peace she has found tonight.
(This poem appeared in the funeral service program.)
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