Under a Tree

written on June 1, 2021

I feel my grandma's spirit whenever I lay under a tree

A sense of peace, understanding and peace washes over me.

Filling my bones and the empty spaces between them

I remember her eyes as she rested

Not seeing the mangos above her, as they

Dangled in the comfort of the surrounding leaves

I remember her smile, full of comfort and satisfaction

This was home for her and it is at home that I will always find her

Resting with me, under a tree