Hawthorne

These days we can’t see through the Hathorne

Trees Louise planted for privacy, birdsong and

Shade where she recited her Rosary beads,

Seeking Grace in a space beyond the trees.

She needed quiet and beauty to cheer her

Through another year as she withered in

Silent dismay and then one day vaulted over

The trees enroute to a more placid place.

Her grandchildren converted it to a place to play.

Unknown to them, and akin to the Egyptians erecting

Pyramids to honor their forebears, they, with

Hawthorn Seeds as Rosary beads, honored their Grannie.