©2021 Susan Noyes Anderson
The spruce tree missing from your grave
brought me to ground.
Another loss I could not save,
a low blow some thief blithely gave,
the superficial turned profound.
A small thing, surely, just a tree
inside its clay pot, not earthbound.
Removed from me in mystery
to disappear relentlessly
without a trace, without a sound.
And no more found.
If this poem of someone having stolen the tree in this picture from my son’s grave resonated with you, you may want to read “On Signs and Mysteries,” which gives a more detailed (and positive) view of the same experience. “One Tender Mercy” also offers a more hopeful telling of the story.