a mother's love

“And the Tree Was Happy”

Written by Susan Noyes Anderson on . Posted in Poems about Death

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You said I was your giving tree,
my foliage tendered to your need:
the branches and the greenery,
the trunk sliced deep enough to bleed.

You thanked me with an air of shame
and vowed that you would never sit
upon my stump; but son, no blame
was called for, not one twig of it.

As mother, each sweet sacrifice
was yielded freely and with joy.
I was not stripped but magnified
by every gift to you, my boy.

And now that you have closed life’s door,
come sit upon my stump; it brings
a bliss my heart seeks all the more––
your spirit, borne on angel wings.
∞§∞

“Come boy, sit down. Sit down and rest.”
And the boy did.
And the tree was happy.
– Shel Silverstein, The Giving Tree

If this poem resonates with you, you might also relate to “A Promise Kept”  and “The Boy in You.”

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